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50sVille Vol. 1: Volume 1, #1
50sVille Vol. 1: Volume 1, #1
50sVille Vol. 1: Volume 1, #1
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Can Teenager Benjamin Granault survive the town of Verndale? The modern day town where everyone lives like it the 1950's. What is their secret they will kill to protect. What is hidden under City Hall and how is teenager from outside the community mysteriously tide to it all! Come join the deadly adventure of 50sVille, the town you will absolutely love, or else.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPaul Ibbetson
Release dateApr 19, 2017
ISBN9781386657941
50sVille Vol. 1: Volume 1, #1

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    50sVille Vol. 1 - Paul Ibbetson

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    I would like to acknowledge my oldest brother Thomas for his support during this book project.

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    1 Oldies days

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    Oldies Days in Verndale, Indiana, was nothing short of extraordinary to Benjamin Granault. This seldom promoted, but very popular local festival had been a yearly event in his life for the last six years. For those years, in the middle of September, just when the heat of summer was losing its bite, the small town of Verndale would rope off ten blocks surrounding Main Street. The Verndale city sign would be taken down and replaced with the well-known Oldies Days moniker that would rename the town as 50sVille for the period of the festival. Nearby locals, and a handsome share of visitors from afar, would stream into 50sVille and enjoy the many amenities on the town’s Main Street.  The draw to outsiders was that the town was made up to look like a perfect replica of Americana from that decade. Along the roped-in city blocks, everything reflected the 1950’s, and that means everything. The shops, the cars, the buildings were all perfect replicas, but that was not all. The town’s people all wore clothes from the time period and acted as though the festival in ‘50sVille was just another ordinary day. It was the personal touch of the town’s actors that made visitors really buy into the authenticity of Oldies Days.

    Visitors ate it up and the money flowed into the town. People spent cash to drink root beer floats from Miller’s Malt Shop while listening to Elvis on a perfectly restored dime jukebox. Two straws for your float was no extra charge. The greasy spoon diners would be packed for the entire two weeks and some outsiders came just to see the vintage 1950’s model pickups and cars that drove up and down the street. The woman would visit shops such as Gimbels or Loveman’s Department Store and buy dresses, hats, and shoes to take home to show their friends. The men would buy brand new retro-looking televisions and radios and other relics of the past at shops like Woolworths.  The take-home tokens of ‘50sVille were many for visitors and everyone left with a perfect conversation piece. Everyone left ‘50sVille happy. What most visitors did not know is that part of that happy feeling they left with was not from the buildings, the old cars, or even the trinkets they would take home, it was from the demeanor and actions of people of this unique town. It was how the people of ‘50sVille sold the town. It was the subconscious idea that everything within these city streets were actually cut right out of the past. In a strange way, it was the normality of how everyone in ‘50sVille acted that made Oldies Days special, almost real.

    Ben sat silently in the passenger’s seat of his dad’s Blue 2013 Ford 250 pickup truck. Like everyone else, they were waiting to be parked on the outskirts of town. It was the first day of the festival.  To an Oldies Days veteran like Ben, the official Verndale Welcome Staff could be seen working everywhere. These people wore the same 1950’s clothes as the people on the streets, and in the shops; however, they were clearly designated by large white name tags that said, Welcome to Oldies Days! Can I help you? Unlike almost everyone else, Ben and his dad were special visitors to Verndale. Well, not so much Ben, but certainly his dad, Franklin Granault. Franklin Granault, as his father before him, owned Granault Constructions Co. This company had been supplying Verndale with both raw materials and electronic equipment not manufactured within the town for generations. Franklin had told Ben that the family company had a special relationship with the townspeople and that the citizens here were to always be respected. Unfortunately, Ben and his dad spoke seldom to each other and when they did talk, things often became heated.  A large portion of Ben’s father’s time was spent conducting company business. Much of his time was spent overseeing work within this town. Unfortunate as it was, for several years Benjamin and his dad had been growing steadily apart.  For Ben, his visits to Verndale were not about having father son chats during the 60 mile trip to Verndale. For the young teenager, it was all about enjoying Oldies Days.

    The Granault’s pickup was soon recognized by the Welcome Staff that directed them past general parking to a location just behind the Welcome Staff Headquarters building. Ben was use to special treatments both big and small at this place. That was the way it was for them in Verndale. He had got use to this oddity and had long ago lost interest in the fact that everyone here called him and his dad frangers. Sure, it had freaked him out at first when an old man he had never met, selling roasted peanuts asked him, Franger Ben, can I get you a bag of nuts? Ben’s dad had told him it was a special name for members of the company and a sign of respect. He was not even ten years old the first time he heard the term, or saw the different way the locals looked at him compared to normal visitors. All he remembered that very first time was that his father’s smiled, a rarity as it was, and the strangeness of being called a franger just did not seem to matter. The next part, the best part, of Oldies Days is that frangers got everything free. Ben was advised by his father that it was a bonus to the family company by the town’s people and not to abuse the privilege. For Ben, he saw it as his personal challenge to take in everything that Oldies Days had to offer. Ben’s father’s visits to Verndale always included business. Minor repairs about town, finalizing questions about projects in the works, things such as these always dominated his time. Not at first, but over time the boy had begun to suspect that his father’s work in Verndale seemed to wear him out more than work he did in other places. Despite this, Ben’s dad coveted the Verndale contracts and would get very defensive whenever Ben asked questions pertaining to the specifics of his work. As the years passed by, Ben began to ask fewer questions. It just did not seem to be worth the hassle.  While the construction company business kept Ben’s dad busy, it gave the young boy lots of free time to roam. Ben’s mom had died when he was two years old and he and his dad had worked out a system to keep track of each other in Verndale. Ben could go anywhere he wanted as long as he was

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