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My Bank Is a Blessing!


I admit.  I'm a news junkie.  I listen to the depressing news and end up having to debrief!!  With all of the bad experiences with banks across the nation... I've just considered how thankful I am for my bank!


When I grew up, the banker came to our house along with the bookkeeper to go over the ranch's needs for the following year.  It was just what Dad did and when we had to go in for something, we knew them and it was a comfortable place to be.  But we made money once a year when we sold a calf and then spent it all.  Neither my husband nor I had a clue.


My bank here opened their doors to us when we moved in.  And no....I'm not one of those individuals like my Uncle that find banks vying for my business!!


 My bank has people who have the heart of a teacher.  They have met with each of my boys and we go through the ritual at 14 or 15 years old or opening up their first checking and they get a debit card.  At this time, the bankers (friends in my mind) taught the boys all of the things they need to know.  They gave them a book about savings and teach them how to use the register.  Even though they had a savings account-moving to a checking was made a BIG deal.   


When my oldest turned 19 and his account was separated from mine and we started his long term savings, we again sat with the banker learning about consistent and automatic savings and planning for retirement and the future.  Soon, I will be doing this with my second son.


These traditions and connections with my bank and the open relationship we have with them has given me the confidence I need to "do a better job" with my finances.  It has also given my boys a great foundation for having a relationship with the banks in their future!!


Thankful for my bank....hmmm...this is a new tradition!!!

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