Category: trucker children’s stories

04/28/26

Little Truckers’ Rap…..

 Three little kids (2 boys…one girl), with crazy hats?, colorful sunglasses (on one?), leaning against trees in their backyard, or on a playground, rap to following: They ham it up, putting on “surprise” face (“was surprised”) or make steering motions for line “That he manned the big rigs.” Imagine their other effects, too, as they rap to the following…..

 

Asked Grampy what he did

For his money-earning  gig

Was surprised when he told us

That he manned the big rigs.

 

In his truck, “Proud Mary”

Sitting high on his seat,

Went to every state but one…

Oh, that job was sweet….

 

****(Cut away to one boy saying)………”Except for when it wasn’t”

 

Saw a 6-car pileup

Off a California highway

Following  a “smokie”

On a super-foggy day

 

Partner Ralph found out

Just how dangerous it can get

In the foothills of Virginia

When bloodhounds aren’t pets.

 

In Biloxi, Mississippi

Grandpa stopped for shrimp ‘n grits

But his motel lost its roof

When the hurr-i-cane hit.

 

Rhody’s “Girl Truckers” proves

Men and women are the same

They should do the jobs they want to

Never ones based on their names.

 

Soon… Grandpa will tell

Of the time he got stuck

On a New York State highway

Two whole days in his truck

 

(One child says:  “They called it ‘Woodstock.’ “)

 

Then, there’s West Virginia

When he climbed that mountain road

In coal-mining region

With a full household load.

 

(Little girl says:  “To bring a little girl her toys.”)

 

His stories teach geography

In a way that’s really cool

They tell us other things, too…

Not always taught in school…

 

Grammy says they’re ‘wholesome’ (Other little boy shrugs “What’s that?”)

Their lessons are a must…

They’re all “Made in America”…(Pause)

In a way… they’re just like us.

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To buy these exciting stories (2 to a book), go to links above…and Thank you! 

 

04/28/26

Real Stories by a Real Big Rig Driver

“Gater”           

Joey, a boy of eight, lived next door to “Gater,” a big rig driver. Joey was fascinated with that man’s big fancy truck, parked in Gater’s yard, whenever the trucker was home after a long time on the road. You see, big rig drivers are often out for weeks at a stretch on deliveries; they travel thousands of miles.

Gater said “Hey Joey! How’s it going?”

Joey said, “Fine, Mr. Gates.” He didn’t want to be rude and call the man by his nickname plastered on the side of his truck, the name that other truckers called him.

But Joey wished so hard that Mr. Gates would invite him to see the inside of the big rig.

When they talked, Joey learned that “Gater” traveled all over the United States, delivering people’s furniture when they moved from one state to the next. Joey thought that “Gater’s” job must be exciting.

“Gater” told him of the time he saw an accident on a mountain highway in California when fog was so thick “Gater” couldn’t see his own hand when he held it up. A string of cars piled up and crashed through a guardrail because they were blindly following the lead car. When that car went of the road, all the others followed.

He told him of the night his truck was out of diesel fuel and his partner hiked up a tall hill to get the owner of the gas station to come down and sell them some fuel. “Gater” next saw partner Ralph in the moonlight, racing down the hillside with a pack of bloodhounds hot on his trail.

Then, there was the time “Gater” rented a room, overnight, in Biloxi, Mississippi and woke up to see the roof ripped off the hotel, leaving him staring up at the stars. A cat 5 hurricane had come through, leaving a shrimp boat tossed up on the highway.

Yes, for sure, “Gater” had some pretty thrilling adventures as he drove thousands of miles across America.

And Joey wanted to hear them all….

08/19/24

Little Boy: “Grammy, tell me another ‘Grandpa and the Truck’ story.”

 

Yes, he loves the stories….and I love telling him about the many adventures his Papa had, as he traveled across the United States, through every state but one, delivering household goods to people who had moved, often from one state to another. (My little grandson even knows which state you can’t get to, in a big rig. Do you?)

Once, I heard his little brother who was three years old, on the living room floor, pushing his big rig toy (because truckers give those to their kids and grandkids), saying: “Breaker…breaker 1-9…Grey Wolf here (his Papa’s trucker handle). Any smokies on the superslab up ahead?”

Yep…Truckers communicate with each other on their CB’s (because cell phones only work if you know the other person’s number); they warn each other of trouble ahead, such as “smokies” (police), traffic tie-up’s, bad road and weather conditions. They also just give each other company on the long road trips. 

Truckers are a brotherhood and sisterhood, relying on each other, bringing America every single product we use in our daily lives. Look around your home. Everything–and I mean EVERYTHING has been trucked in by these heroes of the highways.