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18 - CAPE GAZETI, Friday, February 21- February 27, 1997 CAPE LIFE Truitt family conveys property to Sussex Family YMCA Through a charitable remainder trust, a sizable property adjacent to the Sussex Family YMCA has been conveyed to the Y by the family of the late James S. Truitt. The two parcels which make up the property, one fronting on Rehoboth Avenue Extended and the other on Church Street, pro- vide interesting possibilities for use by the Y, said Celia Givens, executive director. "A part of the property will be used for much-needed additional parking, while the blue house fac- ing Rehoboth Avenue Extended will continue to be leased until plans for its best use by the Y are formulated," Givens noted. (A retail shop, Heaven in a Handbasket is relocating to the house from downtown Rehoboth Beach soon. See article in this edition.) Luncheon to honor Truitts A crab cake and prime rib buffet luncheon to thank and acknowl- edge the Truitt family members responsible for creation of the trust will be hosted by the Y Board of Managers on Monday, Feb. 24 at the Y. Anyone interested is invited to attend at $10 per person, and reserve a space immediately by calling 227-8018. During the luncheon, a plaque will be mounted in the Y lobby in memory of James S. Truitt and in honor of his wife, Dorothy S. Tru- itt, when John VanDyke, a founder of the Sussex Family YMCA 17 years ago, will give remarks. Officials of the YMCA of Delaware will also speak. History of Truitts James S. Truitt was born in 1914 on a farm which is now used as a golf driving range just outside of Rehoboth Beach. He met his bride-to-be on the Boardwalk one day while she was visiting Rehoboth from her native Denton, Md. Soon they were married and the three children born in their 44- year marriage all graduated from the old Rehoboth High School. James S. Truitt Jr. now resides in Florida, while daughter Suzanne Truitt is a local resident and Real- tor, and William Roger Truitt is a Baltimore attorney. The late James Truitt Sr. operat- ed his general contracting business for 20 years from an equipment yard on the Church Street portion of the property. The Rehoboth Avenue portion includes a two-story house which has been used commercially for many years. Dorothy Tmitt, along with chil- dren Suzanne and Roger and his wife Carolyn, will be guests of honor at the luncheon. Also attending will be Blake Anglo Moon photo This building on Rehoboth Avenue Extended, which will soon house Heaven in a Handbas- ket, which is relocating from downtown Rehoboth Beach, is on part of the parcel conveyed by the Truitt family to the Sussex Family YMCA. A luncheon to honor them will be held on Men. day, Feb. 24 and the public is invited to attend. Thompson, who is credited by Roger Truitt for providing inspira- tion for the use of the property. Thompson expressed need "Blake impressed upon me the YMCA's need for additional prop- erty for expansion, and it just seemed right that the Truitt family should give back something to the community. "I know my mother is very pleased," he noted. Roger Truitt worked with local attorney Bill Purnell, a former member of the Y board, to prepare the trust agreement. A clean up of the property has been scheduled for Saturday, March 15 and volunteers are need- ed. Truck gene speaks loudly through the lines To speak or not to speak. That is the question facing every two- year-old when handed the tele- phone. And it takes them a very, very, very long, and I mean long, time to decide. Hours. Especially if I am banging on to the other end of the line begging on my knees for an adult to pick up the phone because my door bell is ringing, I have some annoying telemarketer trying to beep in with call waiting and there is smoke billowing from an oven I haven't used in three months. By the way, don't you hate smoke in your kitchen7 I just want to go out and buy a whole new house when that happens. And then it becomes a big deal because the smoke alarm always starts blaring like some sonar drill on a submarine from those World War II movies when John Wayne wisely says "down periscope." And then it becomes an even big- ger, bigger deal because I never keep a ladder in my kitchen or house for that matter, so I have to make a flying leap to climb up on the counter like I'm John Travolta on a mechanical bull in the movie "Urban Cowboy" just to reach up and turn the smoke alarm off. Anyway, my grandson is now of the age where he is given the tele- phone to speak to me. This turns into mainly a lot of heavy breath- ing on his part and my shouting his name into the phone over and over again. Kind of like I've staked out the bad guys and I'm trying to raise help on my walkie- talkie, but because it's govern- ment issued, the walkie-talkie doesn't work. Occasionally, I am successful and my grandson will yell out the word, "truck" or "fruck." Yes, he has inherited the truck gene. He loves any kind of truck. They can be big, small, yellow, plastic, it doesn't matter. This AROUND TOWN truck gene runs on the male side of almost every family in North America. Normally it will sub- side as the male gets older and more mature. This thirst for the ultimate truck is sidetracked onto more responsible forms of pas- times, like picking the winning numbers for the Powerball Lotto. Occasionally, you will be in a situation where you will actually see a person whose truck gene has not subsided. It's when you pull up in traffic next to a vehicle that has those oversized wheels that look like some bagel maker went wild and put Miracle Gro instead of yeast in the dough. It's like they have sapped the entire rubber production from a South American country and put i t into these tires. The windows are always tinted black (as if you would really want to meet this per- son anyway) but you know some- one is in there because the entire vehicle is rocking back and forth from the sound system from ,hell. In fact, so is every other car within a 100 mile radius. You can still apply your mascara, but it can be di/ult. And the finishing touch is a name etched on the side door like "El Diablo." This defmitely is a truck gene kind of guy. But mercifully every two year old eventually tires of any activity. Never mind that someone is now pounding at your door and the entire volunteer fire department has arrived, complete with a cou- ple of red ladder trucks, and you have a pulled groin muscle, your hand is shaped into a permanent claw from holding the phone and your voice is long gone from beg- ging and pleading for an adult voice. But forget the adult. Your only hope is if there is a dog that resides in the house. For dogs also become restless from lack of tor- ture from a two-year-old. Eventu- ally there will be a lot of barking. Something will crash. And then there will be footsteps followed by the phrase "Don't throw that phone in the toilet!" Yes, I love talking to my grand- son on the phone. I just have to be in better physical shape. Grandson Garret plays with his qack w under Abby's watch- tul ey Nancy Katz