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 By 1920, The Bank of Liverpool and Martins - now fully
  embarked on its quest to become a truly national presence - is looking
  for banks with which it can amalgamate, preferrably those that have large
  numbers of branches and that are based in major towns and cities.  In Yorkshire, it is a little late for them
  to be able to take their pick, as many of the desirable banks there, have
  already been swallowed by others. The Halifax Commercial Bank is not, on the
  face of it what the Bank of Liverpool and Martins has been looking for, but
  the Halifax has opened a number of branches in key areas in (and beyond)
  Halifax which will provide useful outlets for the Bank of Liverpool and
  Martins.  Castleford is opened in 1901,
  and this atmospheric image of the branch, although taken in 1954 looks like
  time has stood still since at least 1920. | 
 In Service: 1901 until 10 November 1972  
 
 Image © Barclays Ref 0030-0573 
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  | Our features below concern the retirement in 1960 of Mr A
  H Sutcliffe, and, from Martins Bank Magazine’s 1966 tour of the Calder
  Valley, Castleford is amongst those Branches in Martins’ Leeds District to be
  paid a somewhat fleeting visit…  
   On the occasion of the retirement
  of Mr A H Sutcliffe after forty-four years’ service he entertained the
  members of his staff to dinner at a local hotel.  Before the dinner there was a short
  function at which Mr D B W Edwards, a member of the staff at Castleford, made
  the presentation to Mr and Mrs Sutcliffe on behalf of past and present
  colleagues of a clock and some sherry glasses.  Subsequent to his retirement, Mr Sutcliffe
  was enetertained in Leeds by the District General Management. He Entered the Lancashire
  and Yorkshire Bank in 1916 and from 1923 to 1938 he was at Sowerby Bridge.  In 1938 he was appointed Manager at
  Wakefield and his appointment as Manager at Castleford came ten years later.
 
   The dark enclosure
  into which we were ushered by Mr Douglas was not the waiting room as we had
  imagined, but the Manager’s room.  The
  door we had wrongly thought would lead on to that sanctum revealed a broom cupboard.  Outside these claustrophobic confines, we
  met three delightful girls in pale blue pinafores, who, with the other two
  men on the staff, manage to cope in surroundings which defy description and
  about which it would be most unfair to write in detail because, we were
  assured, “something is being done about it”.
    Since
  1901 there has been a business in Castleford which is still primarily a one
  street coal town, but the shops are snapped up by the multiples the minute
  they become vacant, there is plenty of money about, and a car left standing
  for an hour acquires a coat of solid grime. 
  All the roads around are liable to subsidence and just north of the
  town the Calder ends when it joins the River Aire.  After lunch with Mr Douglas, a cricketer of
  note and now an ardent league fan, we took a final look at the area.
  
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