Remembering The Comanche National Bank

If you know Missy Jones of Comanche, Texas, you know that it doesn’t take much to get her to tell you a story of things she remembers. This week, it was the Comanche National Bank of days gone by that captured our attention as Missy remembered back to the days when she first went to work there.

COMANCHE NATIONAL BANK“I started to work at CNB in September of 1970. Jack Moore was the bank president, and Reginald ‘Reg’ Waggoner was the VP. Jerry Vines, Donald Hall, and Mickey Loften were also there at that time, and Kenneth Hagood came a little later.

“I started out in bookkeeping and later moved to the teller of the drive-in. There were no direct deposits in those days, and on the third of every month, the cars would be lined up past the jail (Chris Till’s office today), waiting their turn to edge up to my window.

“Eventually, I moved to being an assistant cashier and then to bookkeeping supervisor.”

Before we finished our conversation, Missy reminded me of something she had told me before, a Comanche National Bank story that I continue to love because it reminds me of how things used to be.

Because she was from Comanche County and knew almost everyone in the county, Missy was a particular asset to the bank (my words and thoughts, not hers!). In a day when a man’s word was still his bond and a handshake meant something, Mr. Moore would often get Missy to help him sort out his thoughts about those who wanted to borrow money from the bank.

“Now Missy, remind me who his family is,” Jack might say, and Missy would go through that particular person’s lineage.

“Well, then I think he ought to be good for this loan,” Mr. Moore would say, his decision to grant the loan made on the family’s good name.

Don’t you just love that? I certainly do, and it reminds me that I was once the recipient of that exact same treatment at CNB.

By the time I came along, Reg Waggoner was the president of the bank, and I went to him when I had what I thought was a great business idea. Of course, at the time I really didn’t understand that a very young twenty year old probably wasn’t the best gamble Reg ever made and yet, he agreed with me that I had a great idea and wrote me a check.

No one could have been prouder than Reg Waggoner when my venture paid off…and no one will ever really understand how I wish the man could have lived long enough for me to have enough birthdays to thank him the way he should have been thanked. Oh, I thanked him…of course…but a handshake deal with someone barely out of her teens…today, I shake my head, smile, and blink…

About Fredda Jones

Fredda Davis Jones was raised “in the country” in Comanche County and learned very early that creativity and innovation are traits that can flourish even in small-town Texas and that with enough effort, indeed nothing is impossible, including being married to the same man for over 40 years! Rickey and Fredda have 2 children, 5 grandchildren, and a crazy life that includes sitting in the bleachers several times a week. The rest of her time is spent creating great content for and marketing small-town Texas.
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