Stuckey’s Contest – Share Your Favorite Stuckey’s Memory!

Just about everybody has a Stuckey‘s story, recalling a time when they took road trips in the family station wagon and found “highway happiness” at one of our stores.

Here’s the deal:  The “Your Stuckey’s Stories Contest” runs from May 1 to May 31, 2021. Just write your favorite Stuckey‘s memory in our Guestbook and you will automatically be entered into the contest. One entry per person! Sorry, no photos.

As a special thank you, all entries will receive a 10% discount coupon code by e-mail to use off of your next web order.  Grand Prize – we will pick a winner at the beginning of June, and the person who tells “the best“ Stuckey’s story, according to our panel of judges, will get a Stuckey‘s Road Trip Revival Gift Box — a $64.99 value.

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Pat Kerschieter from Knoxville, Tennessee wrote on June 2, 2021
I’m Junior year in high school I was old enough to work part-time so a friend of mine was graduating from high school and they needed someone to take her job working at Stuckeys on Saturday and Sunday. The busiest days of the week for Stuckeys. This was before the interstate and the only way East, West, North and South was to go through the small town of Rockwood, Tennessee. I started work there in 1965 at the ripe old age of 16. The first Manager I worked for was getting ready for retirement and he was a stickler for the rules! I didn’t work there long before he retired and a young local couple took it over and moved into the “apartment”. They were not as strict as the first manager and I got along great with them. The hardest part of my job was getting big Greyhound Bus loads of people. Since I was the only one who worked in the Snack Bar, all I can say it was a good thing I was young! As soon as they pulled into the parking lot the Manager would sound the alarm! I started throwing empty cups into the ice machine and sticking more hot dogs on the hot dog machine! I worked in a frenzy, when I ran out of dogs on the machine, I would put water in the soup cups and put all the seiners I could get into those two cups! (they plugged into the machine and they boiled really quick) by the time I used all of those the seiners I had put on the hot dog machine had cooked enough to serve. When we were out of sandwiches we were just out, it took too long to make egg salad, we cheated and bought... Read more
I’m Junior year in high school I was old enough to work part-time so a friend of mine was graduating from high school and they needed someone to take her job working at Stuckeys on Saturday and Sunday. The busiest days of the week for Stuckeys. This was before the interstate and the only way East, West, North and South was to go through the small town of Rockwood, Tennessee. I started work there in 1965 at the ripe old age of 16. The first Manager I worked for was getting ready for retirement and he was a stickler for the rules! I didn’t work there long before he retired and a young local couple took it over and moved into the “apartment”. They were not as strict as the first manager and I got along great with them. The hardest part of my job was getting big Greyhound Bus loads of people. Since I was the only one who worked in the Snack Bar, all I can say it was a good thing I was young! As soon as they pulled into the parking lot the Manager would sound the alarm! I started throwing empty cups into the ice machine and sticking more hot dogs on the hot dog machine! I worked in a frenzy, when I ran out of dogs on the machine, I would put water in the soup cups and put all the seiners I could get into those two cups! (they plugged into the machine and they boiled really quick) by the time I used all of those the seiners I had put on the hot dog machine had cooked enough to serve. When we were out of sandwiches we were just out, it took too long to make egg salad, we cheated and bought pimento cheese and ham salad from a local company that made it better than we could! Of course we spread and wrapped them all. Supposedly according to Stuckeys everything was supposed to be homemade! We also used Poss’s BBQand it was really good no one ever complained! The worse day was when two Greyhound Bus loads of deaf mute children stopped. I couldn’t read sign and they couldn’t talk, but I had pencils and note pads and managed to get through it in what I thought was record time. That was the worse day there! Of course Stuckeys had a lot of rules, your music had to be classical (we were inTennessee for gosh sakes!) You had to have on an apron and a hair net! I didn’t own either! You could not sit down, you couldn’t chew gum and Those were just the rules that applied to me! One Saturday afternoon we were running slow and traffic was really light. So we turned on the radio station to a local Knoxville rock station. I had no hairnet or apron on and was behind the snack bar eating my lunch while sitting on the ice cream cooler. A man walks in and I notice my boss goes kind of white and his wife runs behind the snack bar and tells me to run to the back. Well this Stuckeys was small and the door was placed right in the middle of the store across from the snack bar so I know he had to see me, plus he had ears that didn’t hear any classical music! When he left my manager called me back out from and asked me if I knew who that was. Of course I didn’t but when he said Frank Stuckey, I knew I would have to pull up the want ads for a new job! But he evidently didn’t say anything because I got to keep my job and folks here you have the two worse days in my career at Stuckeys!
Frank Davis from Louisville, KY wrote on June 1, 2021
My Grandparents operated a Stuckey’s at 66 East Main Street in West Jefferson, Ohio (off Route 40). They lived in the back of the store and operated it 7 days a week. As a kid we would visit them—and I’d watch as my Grandpa pumped gas in the cars out front. My Grandmother made hot dogs and hamburgers and served ice cream. I would walk around the store for hours looking at the Indian head band, the arrows, the toys, and all the candy! I have a picture of my Grandparents standing proudly in the store, and my sister and I sitting on the large ice cream freezer with the milk shake machine near me. I was always in awe! Today, when traveling, one of my favorite sites is seeing a Stuckey store on the side of the road—and we always stop!!
My Grandparents operated a Stuckey’s at 66 East Main Street in West Jefferson, Ohio (off Route 40). They lived in the back of the store and operated it 7 days a week. As a kid we would visit them—and I’d watch as my Grandpa pumped gas in the cars out front. My Grandmother made hot dogs and hamburgers and served ice cream. I would walk around the store for hours looking at the Indian head band, the arrows, the toys, and all the candy! I have a picture of my Grandparents standing proudly in the store, and my sister and I sitting on the large ice cream freezer with the milk shake machine near me. I was always in awe! Today, when traveling, one of my favorite sites is seeing a Stuckey store on the side of the road—and we always stop!!
Arline Culp from Quaker Hill wrote on May 31, 2021
I first learned of Stuckeys when attending college in Indiana. I had a roomate who grew up about an hour away and at times we would take a road trip to and from her family home. The first time we did this she explained to me about Stuckey's and how that stopping there had always been a vital part of traveling with her parents when growing up. We were leaving Indianapolis and driving back to West Lafayette together. After just 20 minutes on the road we pull into Stuckeys. A rest stop already? We cartainly did not need rest, gas, nor food. We were nearly half way there. What we needed, though, was tradition; the feel of a family experience, the bright sights and smells of walking through a Stuckeys, and positively, absolutely, a Pecan Roll. One for each of us. Back in Lebanon, Indiana, 1980s.
I first learned of Stuckeys when attending college in Indiana. I had a roomate who grew up about an hour away and at times we would take a road trip to and from her family home. The first time we did this she explained to me about Stuckey's and how that stopping there had always been a vital part of traveling with her parents when growing up. We were leaving Indianapolis and driving back to West Lafayette together. After just 20 minutes on the road we pull into Stuckeys. A rest stop already? We cartainly did not need rest, gas, nor food. We were
nearly half way there. What we needed, though, was tradition; the feel of a family experience,
the bright sights and smells of walking through a Stuckeys, and positively, absolutely, a Pecan Roll. One for each of us. Back in Lebanon, Indiana, 1980s.
Laurie White from Toronto wrote on May 30, 2021
Road trips with pit stops at Stuckey’s hold fond memories for my brother and me — with our parents when we were younger, and later as adults when we began to undertake road trips on our own. We would gauge how far south we were by the Stuckey’s billboards and the identifiable turquoise rooftops. The more we saw, the more excited we became. But one Stuckey’s memory, in particular, stands out… As NASCAR fans, my Dad made the trek to Daytona several summers in a row so we could attend the July 4th Firecracker 400 race, as it was called back then. Along the way, stops at Stuckey’s were an absolute MUST and I would always get a big pecan log roll to snack on in the car. On one trip I ate half the roll, saved the other half for later, and then I fell asleep in the backseat. Knowing how much I loved them, and as an experiment, my brother gently placed a chunk of pecan roll on my nose to see if the sweet smell would wake me. Indeed, it worked like a charm. I woke up craving the other half of my pecan roll which caused Dad to belly laugh as he drove. Having lost Dad recently, we would give anything to hear him laugh again. But we certainly are grateful for memories like that, and grateful to Stuckey’s for helping to make them happen.
Road trips with pit stops at Stuckey’s hold fond memories for my brother and me — with our parents when we were younger, and later as adults when we began to undertake road trips on our own. We would gauge how far south we were by the Stuckey’s billboards and the identifiable turquoise rooftops. The more we saw, the more excited we became. But one Stuckey’s memory, in particular, stands out… As NASCAR fans, my Dad made the trek to Daytona several summers in a row so we could attend the July 4th Firecracker 400 race, as it was called back then. Along the way, stops at Stuckey’s were an absolute MUST and I would always get a big pecan log roll to snack on in the car. On one trip I ate half the roll, saved the other half for later, and then I fell asleep in the backseat. Knowing how much I loved them, and as an experiment, my brother gently placed a chunk of pecan roll on my nose to see if the sweet smell would wake me. Indeed, it worked like a charm. I woke up craving the other half of my pecan roll which caused Dad to belly laugh as he drove. Having lost Dad recently, we would give anything to hear him laugh again. But we certainly are grateful for memories like that, and grateful to Stuckey’s for helping to make them happen.
Gail S. Hoofnagle from Marlton wrote on May 30, 2021
I didn’t have a direct first hand in-store Stuckey’s experience, however, I was a grandchild of grandparents who stopped at Stuckey’s on their way to Norfolk, VA Naval Base, from PA, to visit their son-my uncle. who shipped out to Vietnam, from the Naval Base on a destroyer, on multiple occasions, in the 1960’s, during the Vietnam War. My grandparents brought me Stuckey’s Pecan Logs to sweeten the bitterness and lessen the fear that resulted as their son-my uncle went away to war. Stuckey’s Pecan Logs gave us something real to look forward to and to enjoy, during several worrisome years in US history. The friendship of the folks at Stuckey’s meant a great deal to my grandparents, during a very difficult time. Thank you.
I didn’t have a direct first hand in-store Stuckey’s experience, however, I was a grandchild of grandparents who stopped at Stuckey’s on their way to Norfolk, VA Naval Base, from PA, to visit their son-my uncle. who shipped out to Vietnam, from the Naval Base on a destroyer, on multiple occasions, in the 1960’s, during the Vietnam War.

My grandparents brought me Stuckey’s Pecan Logs to sweeten the bitterness and lessen the fear that resulted as their son-my uncle went away to war. Stuckey’s Pecan Logs gave us something real to look forward to and to enjoy, during several worrisome years in US history.

The friendship of the folks at Stuckey’s meant a great deal to my grandparents, during a very difficult time. Thank you.
Jim Harvey from Lexington wrote on May 26, 2021
I grew up in Stuckey's Pecan Shoppes in the 1950s and early 1960s. My parents were managers at six different stores in South Carolina and Florida. When I was five years old Mr. Stuckey asked my Dad to meet with him at the headquarters in Eastman, Georgia. Dad took me with him. I later learned that Mr. Stuckey wanted Dad to open some of the new stores and train the new managers. That's why we moved so much. When we arrived for that meeting with Mr. Stuckey, he got out of his big office chair and said, "Hello, Jimmy. Nice to meet you. You come over here and sit in my chair while your Dad and I talk." I had never seen a chair that nice, much less sit in one. After the meeting, Mr. Stuckey took me on a tour of the candy plant. I enjoyed my visit because he treated me like I was important. Twenty five years later, I was an executive with a state agency in South Carolina. My staff members would sometimes bring one of their children to my office to meet me. I would always greet them warmly, and tell them to sit in my chair. I never forgot the brief time I spent with Mr.Stuckey in 1952. He was a real Southern gentleman. I never forgot how he treated me and my Dad. He was a positive influence on me for the rest of my life. I know this story is supposed to be about the stores. They were great, and I thought I was living in a fairy land. The stores were great because they reflected Mr. Stuckey's character and his genuine concern for his employees and customers. I am so glad that his granddaughter is now the CEO, and that she... Read more
I grew up in Stuckey's Pecan Shoppes in the 1950s and early 1960s. My parents were managers at six different stores in South Carolina and Florida. When I was five years old Mr. Stuckey asked my Dad to meet with him at the headquarters in Eastman, Georgia. Dad took me with him. I later learned that Mr. Stuckey wanted Dad to open some of the new stores and train the new managers. That's why we moved so much.

When we arrived for that meeting with Mr. Stuckey, he got out of his big office chair and said, "Hello, Jimmy. Nice to meet you. You come over here and sit in my chair while your Dad and I talk." I had never seen a chair that nice, much less sit in one.

After the meeting, Mr. Stuckey took me on a tour of the candy plant. I enjoyed my visit because he treated me like I was important. Twenty five years later, I was an executive with a state agency in South Carolina. My staff members would sometimes bring one of their children to my office to meet me. I would always greet them warmly, and tell them to sit in my chair.

I never forgot the brief time I spent with Mr.Stuckey in 1952. He was a real Southern gentleman. I never forgot how he treated me and my Dad. He was a positive influence on me for the rest of my life.

I know this story is supposed to be about the stores. They were great, and I thought I was living in a fairy land. The stores were great because they reflected Mr. Stuckey's character and his genuine concern for his employees and customers.

I am so glad that his granddaughter is now the CEO, and that she is leading the revitalization of the Stuckey's brand. I know her grandfather is proud of her. So am I.
thebigdaddy70 wrote on May 25, 2021
I lived through the 60's and we travelled a lot between New Mexico (where we lived) and New York (where we grew up) and one of the most anticipated stops was at a Stuckey's along the way. While the Pecan roll was the pick of the day it was not the reason I loved it. As a kid (7-10 years old) it was all the cool toys they had. I remember the gun belts with the cap guns and the bows and arrows. I also loved the rocks. Most of the places had the polished rocks and were so pretty to look at. At the time I didn't realize what I had until they slowly started to close stores. To this day (my 60's) I still look for the stores whenever I am on the road and if I see one I stop. It is the highlight of my drive. Now that you are looking at bringing the brand back it will make driving MUCH, MUCH, MUCH more exciting. What memories I have of visiting Stuckey's. Thank you so much for bringing back my childhood!
I lived through the 60's and we travelled a lot between New Mexico (where we lived) and New York (where we grew up) and one of the most anticipated stops was at a Stuckey's along the way. While the Pecan roll was the pick of the day it was not the reason I loved it. As a kid (7-10 years old) it was all the cool toys they had. I remember the gun belts with the cap guns and the bows and arrows. I also loved the rocks. Most of the places had the polished rocks and were so pretty to look at. At the time I didn't realize what I had until they slowly started to close stores. To this day (my 60's) I still look for the stores whenever I am on the road and if I see one I stop. It is the highlight of my drive. Now that you are looking at bringing the brand back it will make driving MUCH, MUCH, MUCH more exciting. What memories I have of visiting Stuckey's. Thank you so much for bringing back my childhood!
Rick Ribaulo from Hamburg wrote on May 21, 2021
Growing up in buffalo as youngster in the 70's, there were some things as a kid I could count on,,, 1. During the months of nov thru march we would get snow almost every day! 2.a family vacation at spring break. Our family mostly would take that vacation to myrtle beach which meant a 14 hr car ride from buffalo. But once we got on the 90 and headed south..my sister and I would start to ask when are we stopping at stuckeys!!!.if we were good we would stop at the first one we would hit which was just outside of the Pittsburg area. We both got to pick 1 thing for the ride..mine was the peanut brittle, my sister taffy. About the time we would hit parkersburg wv that meant lunch time at stuckeys. Delicious my dad and I usually had burgers. The last one we would hit was near the south Carolina border and mom would get us a variety of stuff for our hotel room for the week.we made that trip for about 10 years and stuckeys was a major part of it.i have my own family now,my dad since passed away a few years ago.. but on a recent trip thru Georgia of curse I stopped and told my son about the history of it in my family,, needless to say my mom now 90 was more then surprised when I brought her back a few boxes of goodies and her reaction..oh my god stuckeys!
Growing up in buffalo as youngster in the 70's, there were some things as a kid I could count on,,,
1. During the months of nov thru march we would get snow almost every day! 2.a family vacation at spring break. Our family mostly would take that vacation to myrtle beach which meant a 14 hr car ride from buffalo. But once we got on the 90 and headed south..my sister and I would start to ask when are we stopping at stuckeys!!!.if we were good we would stop at the first one we would hit which was just outside of the Pittsburg area. We both got to pick 1 thing for the ride..mine was the peanut brittle, my sister taffy. About the time we would hit parkersburg wv that meant lunch time at stuckeys. Delicious my dad and I usually had burgers. The last one we would hit was near the south Carolina border and mom would get us a variety of stuff for our hotel room for the week.we made that trip for about 10 years and stuckeys was a major part of it.i have my own family now,my dad since passed away a few years ago.. but on a recent trip thru Georgia of curse I stopped and told my son about the history of it in my family,, needless to say my mom now 90 was more then surprised when I brought her back a few boxes of goodies and her reaction..oh my god stuckeys!
Pam Reichenecker from Clovis wrote on May 19, 2021
I remember traveling with my parents in the 60’s every summer. We drove from California to Ohio, Pennsylvania, Washington DC, Arkansas and many other destinations. The best part of the trips were stopping at Stuckey’s. It felt safe like home. It was always fun to look at everything. I was allowed to buy one thing every time we stopped at Stuckey’s, which was every time we needed gas or needed to go to the bathroom. It made the trip more enjoyable. So glad they are coming back!
I remember traveling with my parents in the 60’s every summer. We drove from California to Ohio, Pennsylvania, Washington DC, Arkansas and many other destinations. The best part of the trips were stopping at Stuckey’s. It felt safe like home. It was always fun to look at everything. I was allowed to buy one thing every time we stopped at Stuckey’s, which was every time we needed gas or needed to go to the bathroom. It made the trip more enjoyable. So glad they are coming back!
jsitman from Vallecitos New Mexico wrote on May 19, 2021
Love Stuckeys! We need some out west!!!! More stores please! Bring pecans and popcorn to the world! And hot coffee, clean restrooms and gas would be good to. Be cool if y’all put in charging stations for all those crazy new electric cars too. Not much competition out west yet for those but lots of people are buying Tesla’s n stuff. Off grid folks buy em n charge em with their solar systems but can’t drive some places easily because it’s hard to find charges. A stuckeys would be the perfect solution! Plug in the car go in get some coffee and a couple pecan candies or hot dog and a coke! It would be a perfect fit!!
Love Stuckeys! We need some out west!!!! More stores please! Bring pecans and popcorn to the world! And hot coffee, clean restrooms and gas would be good to. Be cool if y’all put in charging stations for all those crazy new electric cars too. Not much competition out west yet for those but lots of people are buying Tesla’s n stuff. Off grid folks buy em n charge em with their solar systems but can’t drive some places easily because it’s hard to find charges. A stuckeys would be the perfect solution! Plug in the car go in get some coffee and a couple pecan candies or hot dog and a coke! It would be a perfect fit!!
Joel Maddox from St Simons Island wrote on May 19, 2021
Back in the early 70s lots of my high school friends worked at a Stuckeys in Macon Ga. I could not get job there and was quite jealous.
Back in the early 70s lots of my high school friends worked at a Stuckeys in Macon Ga. I could not get job there and was quite jealous.
Steve Allen from Macon, GA wrote on May 17, 2021
Growing up in Macon, I had relatives in Eastman, Georgia, the home and original headquarters of Stuckey's, so it was always familiar. My family took road trips with a small camper and, at the risk of revealing my age, this was before Interstate highways were widely available. One of my most memorable moments was stopping to have breakfast at a Stuckey's outside of Las Vegas. here we were, over 2,000 miles from home, and stopping at a place so familiar that it seemed we had never left. Stuckey's was one of the first "chains" and existed long before McDonald's and all the others saturated the American landscape and erased the quirky regional differences. I always had toast with apple jelly, which was a treat because at home we only had grape jelly. I could have asked my mother to buy some apple jelly, but that would make it less special!
Growing up in Macon, I had relatives in Eastman, Georgia, the home and original headquarters of Stuckey's, so it was always familiar. My family took road trips with a small camper and, at the risk of revealing my age, this was before Interstate highways were widely available. One of my most memorable moments was stopping to have breakfast at a Stuckey's outside of Las Vegas. here we were, over 2,000 miles from home, and stopping at a place so familiar that it seemed we had never left. Stuckey's was one of the first "chains" and existed long before McDonald's and all the others saturated the American landscape and erased the quirky regional differences. I always had toast with apple jelly, which was a treat because at home we only had grape jelly. I could have asked my mother to buy some apple jelly, but that would make it less special!
Susan Paulukonis from Atlanta wrote on May 17, 2021
My husband and I set out as a young married couple in 1990 to have a road trip adventure. As Californians, we'd never heard of Stuckey's, but as two people on a tight budget on a 6 week road trip (in a Geo Metro), Stuckey's quickly became our favorite stop. We had our plastic Stuckey's mugs that y'all would fill with coffee for a dime! And we could get a tasty and filling meal served by lovely folks any time of day. In 2018 we drove across country again, to our new home in Atlanta. We were sad to note that there were far fewer Stuckey's now - delighted that the brand is bouncing back. #pecanlogroll
My husband and I set out as a young married couple in 1990 to have a road trip adventure. As Californians, we'd never heard of Stuckey's, but as two people on a tight budget on a 6 week road trip (in a Geo Metro), Stuckey's quickly became our favorite stop. We had our plastic Stuckey's mugs that y'all would fill with coffee for a dime! And we could get a tasty and filling meal served by lovely folks any time of day.

In 2018 we drove across country again, to our new home in Atlanta. We were sad to note that there were far fewer Stuckey's now - delighted that the brand is bouncing back. #pecanlogroll
Hugh McLaren from Hanahan wrote on May 15, 2021
I remember traveling from Virginia to Conway South Carolina growing up in the 70’s long before some sections of I-95 for a complete, My job is a kid was to look out for the Stuckey’s Blue Roof. My Dad loved the coffee and Pecan Log’s to go . But while we stoped it was Gas, Restroom, Breakfast and the chance to look around. I remember the rubber alligator to this Day !!!! I lost Both Parents my Dad not to long ago , so just seeing or hearing Stuckey’s and a Pecan Log my mind is right back to the smile on my parents face , and the road signs and my favorite alligator . Thank y’all so much Stuckey family for precious memories ❤️🙏❤️❤️🙏❤️🙏 Heart felt thank you ❤️🇺🇸 Sincerely Hugh McLaren
I remember traveling from Virginia to Conway South Carolina growing up in the 70’s long before some sections of I-95 for a complete,
My job is a kid was to look out for the Stuckey’s Blue Roof. My Dad loved the coffee and Pecan Log’s to go . But while we stoped it was Gas, Restroom, Breakfast and the chance to look around. I remember the rubber alligator to this Day !!!! I lost Both Parents my Dad not to long ago , so just seeing or hearing Stuckey’s and a Pecan Log my mind is right back to the smile on my parents face , and the road signs and my favorite alligator .
Thank y’all so much Stuckey family for precious memories ❤️🙏❤️❤️🙏❤️🙏
Heart felt thank you ❤️🇺🇸 Sincerely Hugh McLaren
Brian Eubanks from Winnsboro wrote on May 15, 2021
Whenever I was little, my family and I used to take a cross country trip every summer, while I was out of school, to go see and stay with one of my Dad’s retired Marine Corps buddies, all over the country, and Daddy never passed up a stop at Stuckey’s! If I was asleep in the back seat, Momma would say, “ Brian wake up we’re fixing to stop at Stuckey’s” and I immediately would wake up bright-eyed and anxious about perusing the gift shop for my next treasure! Good times and memories of my childhood indeed!
Whenever I was little, my family and I used to take a cross country trip every summer, while I was out of school, to go see and stay with one of my Dad’s retired Marine Corps buddies, all over the country, and Daddy never passed up a stop at Stuckey’s! If I was asleep in the back seat, Momma would say, “ Brian wake up we’re fixing to stop at Stuckey’s” and I immediately would wake up bright-eyed and anxious about perusing the gift shop for my next treasure! Good times and memories of my childhood indeed!
Jeff DeGiorgio from Providence wrote on May 13, 2021
My mom and dad managed a Stuckey's store in Idaho they started in September of 1973 so I have many found memories of Stuckey's I even worked there while I was in high school. I do miss all the friends we made over the years I actually still see some of them, I really miss the pecan logs and the clusters were my favorite, you know if I made a list of everything I liked I could probably write a book. I always got a kick out of the Stuckey's truck drivers when they made their deliveries and we usually had the same drivers so we were friends, I do miss those days. The store closed around 1980 and there are no more stores out west that I know of but I still see some of the old buildings and they are easy to recognize. I occasionally order some candy for Christmas and give it as gifts to some of my relatives and they are pleasantly surprised and start talking about some of the funny stories that happened while at Stuckey's
My mom and dad managed a Stuckey's store in Idaho they started in September of 1973 so I have many found memories of Stuckey's I even worked there while I was in high school. I do miss all the friends we made over the years I actually still see some of them, I really miss the pecan logs and the clusters were my favorite, you know if I made a list of everything I liked I could probably write a book.

I always got a kick out of the Stuckey's truck drivers when they made their deliveries and we usually had the same drivers so we were friends, I do miss those days.

The store closed around 1980 and there are no more stores out west that I know of but I still see some of the old buildings and they are easy to recognize. I occasionally order some candy for Christmas and give it as gifts to some of my relatives and they are pleasantly surprised and start talking about some of the funny stories that happened while at Stuckey's
Sarah Ross from Social Circle, GA wrote on May 12, 2021
Our family had strong ties to the Stuckey’s candy business. In 1963, my dad, Dr. T. C. (Buddy) Ross, was the manager of the newly renovated Stuckey's Carriage Inn on Jekyll Island. Also, in 1967, Daddy, along with Dr. Fred Smith, bought the Minehan Pecan Shelling Plant (later Ross-Smith Pecans) in McRae which originally shelled exclusively for Stuckey's Candies in nearby Eastman. My Stuckey's story involves the candy store located inside the Stuckey's Carriage Inn. Our family spent a lot of time at the motel while our dad was manager. My sister Jane Dollie and I, at 9 and 7 years old, of course loved the Stuckey's candies and often begged for money to go to the candy store in the motel. On an occasion when our mother gave in, we were so excited we ran all the way downstairs and into the store. Jane Dollie was ahead of me with the money in hand. She fell and slid into the glass counter! Money, candy, and shattered glass shelves went everywhere! She had a cut on her hand and her foot, and lost the money among the mess. All I was worried about was finding the money so we could get some candy! Even though all the money was not recovered immediately, which I think was fifty cents, the nice lady at the counter gave us both a pecan log!
Our family had strong ties to the Stuckey’s candy business. In 1963, my dad, Dr. T. C. (Buddy) Ross, was the manager of the newly renovated Stuckey's Carriage Inn on Jekyll Island. Also, in 1967, Daddy, along with Dr. Fred Smith, bought the Minehan Pecan Shelling Plant (later Ross-Smith Pecans) in McRae which originally shelled exclusively for Stuckey's Candies in nearby Eastman. My Stuckey's story involves the candy store located inside the Stuckey's Carriage Inn. Our family spent a lot of time at the motel while our dad was manager. My sister Jane Dollie and I, at 9 and 7 years old, of course loved the Stuckey's candies and often begged for money to go to the candy store in the motel. On an occasion when our mother gave in, we were so excited we ran all the way downstairs and into the store. Jane Dollie was ahead of me with the money in hand. She fell and slid into the glass counter! Money, candy, and shattered glass shelves went everywhere! She had a cut on her hand and her foot, and lost the money among the mess. All I was worried about was finding the money so we could get some candy! Even though all the money was not recovered immediately, which I think was fifty cents, the nice lady at the counter gave us both a pecan log!
Pat Chapman from Big clifty wrote on May 11, 2021
I grew up in the back of Stuckeys. Loved it. In the summers having the ice cream and pecans. Last one we were at was the one on I-29 in river Sioux IA. So many fond memories that I can name them all.
I grew up in the back of Stuckeys. Loved it. In the summers having the ice cream and pecans. Last one we were at was the one on I-29 in river Sioux IA. So many fond memories that I can name them all.
Vicky Clarke from Tonganoxie wrote on May 10, 2021
Pecan logs from Stuckeys was my mom’s favorite road trip snack.
Pecan logs from Stuckeys was my mom’s favorite road trip snack.
Michael Burgess from Corpus Christi, Texas wrote on May 9, 2021
Some of my favorite memories of my childhood growing up in central Nebraska are going up and down I-80 and some of the other highways and stopping at Stuckey’s every now and again for a much-needed bathroom and snack break. Dad would buy gas, usually Texaco, and mom and my brother and I would go in the store and just stretch our legs and look for goodies. It was grand. As a child, our trips mostly involved visiting our family up in the Nebraska panhandle. Then when I got into Scouting and went to the various national conventions, we went all over the highways and interstates, from Nebraska to Ohio to Tennessee. Stuckey’s was always our go-to. Nothing on Earth beats Stuckey’s pecan divinity or a Stuckey’s pecan log roll. Now there are no Stuckey’s here in south Texas. I miss them. I miss those grand old days. I salute Stephanie Stuckey and her partner for bringing the brand back to life.
Some of my favorite memories of my childhood growing up in central Nebraska are going up and down I-80 and some of the other highways and stopping at Stuckey’s every now and again for a much-needed bathroom and snack break. Dad would buy gas, usually Texaco, and mom and my brother and I would go in the store and just stretch our legs and look for goodies. It was grand. As a child, our trips mostly involved visiting our family up in the Nebraska panhandle. Then when I got into Scouting and went to the various national conventions, we went all over the highways and interstates, from Nebraska to Ohio to Tennessee. Stuckey’s was always our go-to. Nothing on Earth beats Stuckey’s pecan divinity or a Stuckey’s pecan log roll. Now there are no Stuckey’s here in south Texas. I miss them. I miss those grand old days. I salute Stephanie Stuckey and her partner for bringing the brand back to life.
Bruce Joder from Hayward wrote on May 7, 2021
Every other year from 1962 through most of the 1970’s, my mother, father and two brothers travelled in a 1962 Pontiac Safari wagon to visit my grand parents and other relatives in Colorado and SW Nebraska. Our car had a metal dashboard, no seat belts and a rumble seat behind the back bench seat that faced out the back window. We slept in the car on the side of the road because back then there was no danger in doing so. When you have 3 boys who are at the age of mischief and get tired of playing billboard bingo, trying to stay occupied in the summer with no air conditioning, someone in the front seat is going to get irritated. Well they did. Somewhere along I 80 we pulled in to get gas for $.42 a gallon and my dad was so upset with us he left me at Stuckey’s. He obviously came back to get me, but I was only 5 or so, so it was traumatic for me. I guess he figured I would be the most petrified and that my brothers we learn from that and calm down for the rest of the way, which we did. Every time after that when we stopped At a Stuckey’s I developed a high level of anxiety.
Every other year from 1962 through most of the 1970’s, my mother, father and two brothers travelled in a 1962 Pontiac Safari wagon to visit my grand parents and other relatives in Colorado and SW Nebraska.

Our car had a metal dashboard, no seat belts and a rumble seat behind the back bench seat that faced out the back window. We slept in the car on the side of the road because back then there was no danger in doing so. When you have 3 boys who are at the age of mischief and get tired of playing billboard bingo, trying to stay occupied in the summer with no air conditioning, someone in the front seat is going to get irritated.

Well they did. Somewhere along I 80 we pulled in to get gas for $.42 a gallon and my dad was so upset with us he left me at Stuckey’s. He obviously came back to get me, but I was only 5 or so, so it was traumatic for me. I guess he figured I would be the most petrified and that my brothers we learn from that and calm down for the rest of the way, which we did. Every time after that when we stopped At a Stuckey’s I developed a high level of anxiety.
Jamie Lockridge from Pampa wrote on May 5, 2021
My favorite memory is traveling from California to the Texas Panhandle every summer. My brother and I knew that my parents would stop at every Stuckey's on I-40 so we could stretch, (stop fighting) use the restrooms and see what we could talk our parents into buying. My dad will be 89 and I lost my mom in Aug 2021. We moved back to Texas in 1977 so our trips stopped. But every now and then I see a closed Stuckey's and the memories come back.
My favorite memory is traveling from California to the Texas Panhandle every summer. My brother and I knew that my parents would stop at every Stuckey's on I-40 so we could stretch, (stop fighting) use the restrooms and see what we could talk our parents into buying.
My dad will be 89 and I lost my mom in Aug 2021. We moved back to Texas in 1977 so our trips stopped. But every now and then I see a closed Stuckey's and the memories come back.
Margaret Pfranger from Westwood wrote on May 5, 2021
Every summer in the late 1960s and early 1970s my Mom drove my brother and I from NJ to Florida to visit Grandparents. Stuckeys was a favorite stop on the road. For lunch stops, souvenir shopping and gas fill ups. Stuckeys had a promotion- a free pecan roll with a purchase of a full tank of gas! I do have a confession to make. As a 10 year old ( in 1969) I broke several souvenir drinking glasses in one of your stores. . I was reaching for one and several went crashing to the floor! I rushed back to my Mom who was finishing lunch at the counter. I didn’t tell anyone-sorry!
Every summer in the late 1960s and early 1970s my Mom drove my brother and I from NJ to Florida to visit Grandparents. Stuckeys was a favorite stop on the road. For lunch stops, souvenir shopping and gas fill ups. Stuckeys had a promotion- a free pecan roll with a purchase of a full tank of gas! I do have a confession to make. As a 10 year old ( in 1969) I broke several souvenir drinking glasses in one of your stores. . I was reaching for one and several went crashing to the floor! I rushed back to my Mom who was finishing lunch at the counter. I didn’t tell anyone-sorry!
Roger L Palmer from Middletown wrote on May 3, 2021
There used to be a Stucky's just off of I-95 in the Newark, DE area that I used to stop at. Also when I traveled across the country in the summer of 1974 I stopped at various Stucky's along the way. In 1975, while in the Navy stationed at NAS Oceana, VA Naval Base, I used to travel down Rt. 13 and stop at the Stucky's just over the VA line on my way down; and stopped at the same Stucky's when I traveled back to Delaware. Both to gas up and eat a Stucky's burger, fries, and a soda. I still stop at that same Stucky's when I visit the Outer Banks of NC today. Good food, fun stuff to buy!
There used to be a Stucky's just off of I-95 in the Newark, DE area that I used to stop at. Also when I traveled across the country in the summer of 1974 I stopped at various Stucky's along the way. In 1975, while in the Navy stationed at NAS Oceana, VA Naval Base, I used to travel down Rt. 13 and stop at the Stucky's just over the VA line on my way down; and stopped at the same Stucky's when I traveled back to Delaware. Both to gas up and eat a Stucky's burger, fries, and a soda. I still stop at that same Stucky's when I visit the Outer Banks of NC today. Good food, fun stuff to buy!
Janney E. Sanders from Toccoa wrote on May 3, 2021
My Stuckey’s story began in 1955 when I was 5 and my dad and mom, Ed and Jan Sanders, left Eastman, Georgia and became the managers of store #49 in Glasgow, Delaware on US Route 40 between Baltimore and Philadelphia. So, I literally grew up in a Stuckey’s store and have way too many stories I could tell about that time and experience. I began pumping gas, working the snack bar, stocking shelves, running the register and of course cleaning rest rooms around age 12. When I-95 opened in 1963 (John Kennedy cut the ribbon at the Delaware-Maryland line at I-95 one week before he was killed in Dallas) traffic on Route 40 dried up and business at that Stuckey’s store also dried up (at one time it was one of the busiest stores in the Stuckey’s chain). Therefore, we moved back to Eastman in 1965 and Dad became a district manager and later a regional manager for Stuckey’s. During high school I, and some of the other family, traveled with Dad during the summers to open or close stores all over the country. I worked for some time with Ruth Williams at the store in Eastman during high school. When I graduated from high school and was attending Georgia Tech Dad had me travelling the country during the summers running stores where managers might be on vacation or a change was taking place in the manager of the store. I went to such places as Yee Haw Junction and Kissimmee, Florida, stores in Georgia, Virginia, Louisiana, Winnie, Texas and others. Stuckey’s helped to fund my college education and obviously was an integral and important part of my life.
My Stuckey’s story began in 1955 when I was 5 and my dad and mom, Ed and Jan Sanders, left Eastman, Georgia and became the managers of store #49 in Glasgow, Delaware on US Route 40 between Baltimore and Philadelphia. So, I literally grew up in a Stuckey’s store and have way too many stories I could tell about that time and experience. I began pumping gas, working the snack bar, stocking shelves, running the register and of course cleaning rest rooms around age 12. When I-95 opened in 1963 (John Kennedy cut the ribbon at the Delaware-Maryland line at I-95 one week before he was killed in Dallas) traffic on Route 40 dried up and business at that Stuckey’s store also dried up (at one time it was one of the busiest stores in the Stuckey’s chain). Therefore, we moved back to Eastman in 1965 and Dad became a district manager and later a regional manager for Stuckey’s. During high school I, and some of the other family, traveled with Dad during the summers to open or close stores all over the country. I worked for some time with Ruth Williams at the store in Eastman during high school. When I graduated from high school and was attending Georgia Tech Dad had me travelling the country during the summers running stores where managers might be on vacation or a change was taking place in the manager of the store. I went to such places as Yee Haw Junction and Kissimmee, Florida, stores in Georgia, Virginia, Louisiana, Winnie, Texas and others. Stuckey’s helped to fund my college education and obviously was an integral and important part of my life.