Banking in Old Money

My father’s bank was the Bank Of Ireland in Amiens St. It was a long narrow room with a long dark mahogany counter running the length of it. At various intervals there were screens, meant to give privacy to people discussing their financial affairs. If memory serves me correctly they were completely ineffectual. My father took me there as a small girl and I recall the oppressive and atmosphere, where everyone whispered in a very serious way. We attended that bank until it finally closed as a working branch. The images above were the bank bags used to lodge the days takings.