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Robert Smith from Reno, Nevada wrote on August 17, 2021 at 12:32 pm

My Grandmother and Grandfather had tremendous influence on my life as a youngster. My fondest memories are traveling with them on one of their many trips across this amazing country. Many times to see one of their other children (my uncle) in Texas, of just vacationing. We would look for red Stuckey’s sign in the distance, and watch in anticipation as it drew ever nearer. Always getting a nut log and usually eating lunch. It was wonderful!

My Grandmother and Grandfather had tremendous influence on my life as a youngster. My fondest memories are traveling with them on one of their many trips across this amazing country. Many times to see one of their other children (my uncle) in Texas, of just vacationing. We would look for red Stuckey’s sign in the distance, and watch in anticipation as it drew ever nearer. Always getting a nut log and usually eating lunch. It was wonderful!... Collapse

WILLIAM SMITH from CORDELE wrote on August 16, 2021 at 1:56 pm

I WAS ONE OF THE TRUCK DRIVERS FOR STUCKEY'S IN THE EARLY 80S.

I WAS ONE OF THE TRUCK DRIVERS FOR STUCKEY'S IN THE EARLY 80S.... Collapse

Robert Reynolds from Austin, Texas wrote on July 17, 2021 at 1:44 pm

On Easter Sunday, April 10th, 1977, while on my way back to Big Spring from Midland, Texas, I stopped at the Stuckey’s slightly west of Big Spring, for a brief snack. I was stationed at Webb Air Force Base, in Big Spring, in west Texas, at the time. In that Stuckey’s, the atmosphere was very pleasant and relaxing! It was a very sunny Easter Day. In addition to the delicious snack, I also took advantage of the good opportunity to collect my thoughts, and stretch and unwind a bit, before departure. It all made for a very memorable Easter, and... Read more

On Easter Sunday, April 10th, 1977, while on my way back to Big Spring from Midland, Texas, I stopped at the Stuckey’s slightly west of Big Spring, for a brief snack. I was stationed at Webb Air Force Base, in Big Spring, in west Texas, at the time. In that Stuckey’s, the atmosphere was very pleasant and relaxing! It was a very sunny Easter Day. In addition to the delicious snack, I also took advantage of the good opportunity to collect my thoughts, and stretch and unwind a bit, before departure. It all made for a very memorable Easter, and I really enjoyed that! That Stuckey’s, ALONE, proved to be a top-notch roadside stopping point!... Collapse

Keith Shamburger from Pasadena, Ca wrote on July 3, 2021 at 9:56 am

It was 1972 I was 9yrs old and my summer vacation had just started. My family would be getting ready to leave California for our long trip to Hattiesburg, Ms. My job was to read the map, put gas in the car, and go inside and pay for it, so I would circle all the Stuckey's that were along our route, which was one of the highlights of my trip, being that I was allowed to spend the change. This one particular time at Stuckey's I was inside trying to decide what to spend the dollar in change I had... Read more

It was 1972 I was 9yrs old and my summer vacation had just started. My family would be getting ready to leave California for our long trip to Hattiesburg, Ms. My job was to read the map, put gas in the car, and go inside and pay for it, so I would circle all the Stuckey's that were along our route, which was one of the highlights of my trip, being that I was allowed to spend the change. This one particular time at Stuckey's I was inside trying to decide what to spend the dollar in change I had coming from pumping the gas, which was a difficult decision for a 9yr old to make at Stuckey's. Well apparently I was in the store longer than I had realized because my father bust through the door telling me to come on here we don't have all day, so I immediately followed him out the door, not realizing I hadn't paid for the gas yet, so I get in the car and we head on down the highway. Well several hours later we stop at another Stuckey's, same routine, pump the gas, clean the windows, get the money go inside and pay for the gas. Well this time I'm wasting no time on deciding what I'm going to buy, 2 pecan logs, and a soda, I get to the cashier counter and inform the cashier how much gas we got, and to add my snacks to the bill, I gave her the $10 that my father had just giving me, and when I dig into my pocket to get the dollar change from the last time we stopped for gas I realize I got another $10 not realizing my earlier mishap, I rush and grab two slingshots one for me and one for my little brother, I pay for everything and dash out the store with a pocket full of money, from that point on I'm big shopping at every Stuckey's we stop at until this one particular time we stop at Stuckey's and the car took the whole $10, there was no change this time, but being a 9yrs old and not paying too much attention to the spending spree I had been on lately, well I had another mishap, this time I came out of Stuckey's with some more snack's for me and my little brother, this thoughtful gesture of sharing caught my father's attention, he wanted to know where did I get the money to buy all this stuff, being that there wasn't any change left over, he asked me did I pay for the gas, I said yes, he said then where did you get the money to pay for the stuff you just got, my 9yr old answer was classic I don't know I found it in my pocket, my father's response was well let's go inside and find out, the cashier informed my father that I had paid for everything, so my father had me empty my pockets out, when he saw all the money I had he took it and we got back in the car, my mom said what happened, my father said I'm not sure but I'm willing to bet you he forgot to pay for gas at one of these Stuckey's and got us riding the highway with stolen gas, my mom was OMG I hope the police isn't looking for us, now I'm scared and watching the highway for the police all the way until we reached my grandparents home in Mississippi. We Made It lol... Collapse

Linda Spearman from Nashville wrote on June 7, 2021 at 12:33 pm

My Mama and I would go from Lexington NC to Knoxville and Nashville TN every summer for vacation. When I was younger we would take the bus as my Mama didn’t drive. Once I started driving (in 1970) we would drive over. One of the most wonderful memories of my Mama is her love going to Stuckey’s! We pulled over at ever Stuckey’s between NC and TN. She said she had always wanted to stop at them, but since she didn’t drive she never had the chance. Thank you so much for bringing back Stuckey’s. It will bring such a... Read more

My Mama and I would go from Lexington NC to Knoxville and Nashville TN every summer for vacation. When I was younger we would take the bus as my Mama didn’t drive. Once I started driving (in 1970) we would drive over. One of the most wonderful memories of my Mama is her love going to Stuckey’s! We pulled over at ever Stuckey’s between NC and TN. She said she had always wanted to stop at them, but since she didn’t drive she never had the chance. Thank you so much for bringing back Stuckey’s. It will bring such a smile and love to me seeing them again and bring back the memories of me, my Mama and my young Son going in Stuckey’s. We enjoyed looking at the candy, souvenirs and eating at the snack bar. Also taking a pecan log to go.... Collapse

Chuck from Livonia wrote on June 7, 2021 at 9:33 am

I also remember stopping at Stuckeys whenever we would travel with my mom and dad. This was back in the 1960’s and 70’s. It definitely was a tradition. There were so many of them along the interstates that once we passed one and were disappointed that we didn’t stop, mom would say there will be more- which there were. I also remember a little corny rhyme we made up-“we stopped to have pop at a Stuckey in Kentucky. Corny now but funny back then

I also remember stopping at Stuckeys whenever we would travel with my mom and dad. This was back in the 1960’s and 70’s. It definitely was a tradition. There were so many of them along the interstates that once we passed one and were disappointed that we didn’t stop, mom would say there will be more- which there were. I also remember a little corny rhyme we made up-“we stopped to have pop at a Stuckey in Kentucky. Corny now but funny back then... Collapse

Pat Kerschieter from Knoxville, Tennessee wrote on June 2, 2021 at 6:25 pm

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... 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!... Collapse

Frank Davis from Louisville, KY wrote on June 1, 2021 at 11:20 am

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... Read more

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!!... Collapse

Arline Culp from Quaker Hill wrote on May 31, 2021 at 8:41 am

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,... Read more

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.... Collapse

Laurie White from Toronto wrote on May 30, 2021 at 5:18 pm

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... Read more

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.... Collapse

Gail S. Hoofnagle from Marlton wrote on May 30, 2021 at 7:28 am

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... Read more

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.... Collapse

Jim Harvey from Lexington wrote on May 26, 2021 at 8:11 pm

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... 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.... Collapse

thebigdaddy70 wrote on May 25, 2021 at 11:18 am

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... Read more

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!... Collapse

Rick Ribaulo from Hamburg wrote on May 21, 2021 at 6:58 pm

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... Read more

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!... Collapse

Pam Reichenecker from Clovis wrote on May 19, 2021 at 10:49 pm

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!... Collapse

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