Banks near Plumsteadville, PA

“I love going to American Heritage Credit Union in New Britain. I am always greeted by someone behind the counter.They are pleasant and helpful in answering my questions and giving good advice.”

“Luis was thee best person to work with always available when I had even the smallest simplest questions amazing service will recommend him to everyone I know he made the process very smooth he needs a raise !”

“I recently had an issue with Key Bank. However, Bryan Brown was so supportive and helpful. He kept in touch and always took my calls quickly. He is an exemplary employee of Key.”

“Cathy, Mary Beth, and her entire crew are wonderful! They are very professional and caring, as well as friendly. They know all their customers and greet them as they come in their door. They totally instill trust in the customers of their bank. We are seniors and have dealt with many banks, but never before have we had such a positive and enjoyable experience in our bank transactions.”

“I’ve been with TRUIST since they arrived here. I won’t say I’ve never been unhappy with the bank, but it was usually a response to me making an error or violating a ‘rule’.I use main office in Doylestown as my branch; TRUIST closed the one close to me. I visit the branch with a certain transaction once monthly. The tellers are always courteous. I always find them all to be kind, respectful & professional.I had a problem last year & the employees of that branch collated & copied months of statements for me with no hesitation. They helped me solve what could’ve been an expensive issue.”

“Each day, every way every year (so many) each person brings humanitarian, kind, empathetic, financial expertise for those.. like me... whom any type of math is a kerfuffle. Never do they lose patience...positive energy...though I miss some who have moved on...and grateful for those who remain... and those who have after arrived are so helpful and Remain patient with my special needs. NOT an easy task with all types of people andbtheir demands, moods, dresses, and stories in life...these TD people have 'skills'. Thank you. God bless. Live well. Laugh often. Love much.”

“In the basement of my mother's house, my girlfriend Kaitlyn gave me an unspoken ultimatum that would forever change my life: "I mean obviously, I have to go to New York. I'm not deferring a semester at ASDS just to wait for you to leave your parent's house and join me." "Of course. I wasn't suggesting that." "And you know you have a place to live once you get to NYC. You don't need much money. It's the three of us in a one bedroom, Brian." "Right, but I'd need to contribute at least a few month's rent." "True, but what do you have in your savings account?" "About $400." "That's it?" "Yeah. Well, I had to live off of my savings when I quit my job." "Live off of what? Your meals and lodging are all provided for you." "Well I spent a lot of money on trains and gas to see you." "Of course but... listen, you know I love you and I'll wait however long it takes for you to get out to the city, but I mean, it'll be tough with my class schedule to talk every day. We'll certainly try the long distance-" -"Try the long distance?" "Yeah. I mean you could meet someone." "Meet someone?" "You know what I mean. You could meet someone out here." "In Doylestown, Pennsylvania? Have you met the snaggle-toothed women out here?" "Listen, of course I'm going to wait for you. I just don't know how long I can hold down a long distance relationship. " "And if one of us meets someone..." "Forget I said that. We'll try to make it work." Suffice it to say, I was at TD Bank the next morning with a cup of coffee in one hand and a trash bag full of coins in the other. Back in the good old days, TD Bank provided the very neon green safe haven one needed to dump all sofa-cushion extracted currency, spread it out on a cheese grater tray, and convert the metallic shame into something useful. The fact that the TD coin counter may have been skimming from the top of these investments made no difference to me. I was desperate as all hell, and needed cash quickly, but when the little receipt printed and the screen displayed my total, I nearly threw up on the machine. To think that five years of loading a giant mason jar in my bedroom with loose change, would only yield me a meager $143.11 was astounding. "**** this," I thought. "I'm opening up a savings account." After a bit of a wait on a stylish egg chair pulled straight out of a James Bond villain's basement, a slick customer service advocate with a name tag probably spelling "Jim" shook my hand and escorted me to sparse table with a monitor. "How can I help you today, sir?" "I need an account. Something with interest." "Okay." Said probably Jim with a bemused smile. "I could start you on a standard savings account or perhaps a CD." "CD sounds good. What's that?"' "Well it's a federally insured certificate of deposit and functions like a savings plan with higher interest. "Sounds great. Let's do it." "Just do you know, you will have less access to withdraw, and it will require a minimum investment of $2000." In the ATM vestibule, I counted out my bills and stuffed them into a cheap leather wallet. 'To hell with TD Bank,' I thought. I'll save in cash as long as possible, and I will be rid of this town soon enough. Peering back through the freshly polished glass doors to the main counter, I took note as a smiling teller carefully endorsed an elderly woman's check and placed the deposit slip neatly into a scanner, handed”

“It would take me an hour to drive to a MSDFCU branch, but i still use them for my primary checking account. There are online only banks with higher savings rates and fancier web interfaces, but the friendliness and competence of the MSDFCU staff makes it the best choice for some of my needs.”