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The only vacation my daddy would take was always to the NC mountains. We would load up the car, set out for the mountains and he would only make 1 stop on the way to our destination and only 1 stop on our way home from our destination. Guess what those 2 stops were: Stuckey's stores for pecan logs and souvenirs! Those were the days!!

Lot's of fond memories visiting Stuckey's stores throughout the southern states back in the 60's to mid 70's when our family drove to Florida and Tennessee for summer vacations. The pecan rolls were my favorites. Remember when the Texaco gas attendants wore their green uniforms? Let's hope Stuckey stores re-open along the interstates. Thanks for the memories Stuckey's:)

… Family vacation roadtrips, 1957 - mid ‘60s in the ‘’54 Studebaker. My brother & I, bored and sweaty in the back seat, would spot a STUCKEYS 75 MILES AHEAD billboard glimmering in the haze of the blacktop heat through the windshield and we would start counting down the miles, getting more antsy and noisy with each passing mile. 40 miles…20 miles…5 miles…and finally, “Just Ahead.” We would start swaying in unison, leaning hard right in the direction of the turnoff, back and forth, back and forth….to make sure the car turned off the highway and parked right in front of the looming STUCKEYS, our mecca for sodas and sticky-sweet candy. Alas, pop would say, “we’re making good time, we’ll stop at the next one down the road.” And so it went. Right past the turnoff. Decades later, my brother and I would invariably buckle over with laugher when the roadtrips and STUCKEYS popped up in an occasional nostalgia Sunday family-dinner conversation with our parents. We would finish each other’s sentences, telling our shared, now fish-tale-like roadtrip story: STUCKYS 1,800 miles…1,000 miles… ”Just Ahead.” With every telling, the miles between STUCKEYS grew exponentially, our yelling “Turn, Turn, Turn’” grew louder and louder as we pantomimed in unison leaning hard right to make the old, hot, Studebaker take the fast approaching turnoff - one time knocking over a big pitcher of sweet tea - banging into our wives and kids, who groaned out loud and rolled their eyes at the retelling yet again of the STUCKEY STORY. Thanks for the wonderful memories STUCKEYS. BTW, when we did stop, usually on the way home, we pigged out on pecan rolls and divinity - and blowing advances on our allowance, which our parents always forgave, brought a sash of STUCKEYS goodies home that lasted about a day, maybe.

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I'm encouraged to see that Stuckey's hasn't died. It seemed that way for a while. My wife and I grew up on opposite sides of the country, but the one thing we had in common was road trips that included a stop at Stuckey's along the way. I hope to see more come back to life so our children same share that memory with us.

Stuckey brings such great memories. When I was young we went to Florida every year. Stuckey was a great part of the vacation. I always wanted some souvenir. I bought these rubbery type of animals. I got a hippo, mouse, and pig. I still have them on my dresser. I saw a monster one at an antique store for $3,000. Before I saw the price tag I wanted to get it to add to my collection. My husband suggested I sell mine. I told him they are a great childhood memory and they will not be sold. Thanks for the wonderful memory of those long highway trips.

My father, Felton Goodwin, worked at the first Stuckey store in Eastman GA in the 1960s.

Riding with my mom and sister is a fake wood-paneled Country Squire station wagon, my sister and I in those unsafe-as-heck fold-up seats that face each other in the back. Trips were from Texas to California in 1972 (Grand Canyon, Disneyland, Carlsbad Caverns) and a bunch up to Wisconsin and back to visit my mom’s parents. We would stop at Stuckey's and get pecan logs, travel bingo games, candy cigarettes, and those sheets of colorful candy dots stuck on paper. Oh, and the wax “soda bottle” candies. Wherever that Country Squire is today, I bet there are still bits of those candies stuck all over the ruined carpet in those seat wells!

My early memories of Stuckey’s was when I was 10-12 years old visiting the Stuckey’s store on Highway 98 in Panama City Beach Florida. The store was there for many years. It breaks my heart to know its now gone. My mother would purchase the Pecan Roll and my father Pecan Divinity. This Christmas I purchased a Pecan Divinity at a store in memory of my father. Keep producing those great candies Stuckey’s!