Mr. O, as most of us employees called him, was both extraordinary and ordinary in the same breath. I worked for Evergreen Bank for over 17 years. In my early years there, I had a small, second floor apartment in Evergreen Park. On several occasions, I ...

Uncle Marty was usually the photographer at family gatherings and fishing trips, making it difficult to find candid shots of him. When I chauffeured him to a funeral a few years back, he looked over the photo collage in the Chapel and said, "Jer, when it's...

Marty Ozinga was the president of Evergreen bank in 1967 when my mom was working there as a teller. My father became ill and was diagnosed with lung cancer. My mom was at work when a family member came to give her this devastating news and Mr. Ozinga called...