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My Grandma Margarete and Grandpa Jim Talley used to manage the Stuckey's in Hattiesburg, MS, back in the 80's. They lived in the attached home and I spent a whole summer there with them. I remember meeting Jerry Clower one day. He came in to eat and change clothes for a stand up show he was on his way to perform. I have so many amazing memories of that place. Every night my grandpa and I would have a buttered pecan ice cream cone. They let me run the register for the gift side of the store. Customers used to get a kick out of the fact I was only 9. One of my favorite things was using the pricing gun to tag all the goods!

Many road trips in the 50’s & 60’s, most of the Michigan where I grew up, always Stuckey’s along the way. Loved stopping there. My parents buy the best peanut brittle candy plus gifts and car travel games. So many good childhood Stuckey’s memories. I remember the bill boards, the buildings, the inside and the smell of small wood boxes. Thanks for the memories Stuckey’s and miss seeing Stuckeys on road trips. 😃

Many road trips in the 60’s & 70’s, from Long Island to Lake Sunapee NH. Road trips from Minnesota to Long Island, both trips, always Stuckey’s along the way. Loved stopping there. Although there were 5 kids in our family & my parents didn’t have much money, I always got some candy or some treat when we stopped. So many good childhood Stuckey’s memories. I remember the bill boards, the buildings, the inside. Thanks for the memories Stuckey’s 😃

I traveled to many Stuckey's in my youth and was never able to find a license plate with my name on it because "Travis" was not a popular name during my childhood. B Pennington Commerical Real Estate has stepped up to make me my own Travis license plate. Many memories are wrapped up in Stuckey's candy and gift items. If you still have those small bicycle license plates and you have one for Travis, may we purchase from you?

Many annual road trips Ca to Ar. included Stuckeys stops! I remember they had a tornado in a bottle Soviener should have bought one ! Great memories!!

Of all the road trip memories my brothers and I shared, the most fondest memory was driving through a Stuckey‘s and stopping to get breakfast. My father’s staple was the fried eggs with the toast and jelly, but the best part of it all was sitting down and playing with the little puzzles. All I remember is Stuckey‘s was special to us and I miss seeing those stops on the road.

I have been looking forward to making a stop at Stuckey's since following the rebuild on Linkedin. My son and I stopped at I-95 Exit 231 in Florida. I have not had a pecan log since I was a kid so I thought we needed to try one. Sorry to say but we were both very disappointed with the product. As we opened the package, there was an odor or old oil. That same taste permeated the log roll. We each had a couple of bites and then decided that this was not for us. Hate to say but ...26

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.