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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.

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MIKE wrote on September 23, 2021 at 9:29 am
When I was twenty two back in 1970 I took a lone bicycle rode from Florida to New York using route 301 which paralleled the new I-95. I even got a warning ticket, not for riding on I-95 but for ASKING if I could use the new empty I-95. I stopped at every Horne's and Stuckey's for their coconut drinks on that eleven day trip. When in Georgia, I was warned I was going to be robbed and therefore peddled till dark to get away. I traveled 200 miles that one day. I remain a dedicated fan of Horne's and Stuckey's to this day. Thank you Stuckey's very much.
Angela Richmond Alexander from Twilight WV wrote on September 22, 2021 at 11:35 pm
When I was young in the early 1980’s, my family took a trip across the country from WV to California to visit my uncle. We stopped several times a day at a Stuckey’s. I remember loving to go in the store to look at all he goodies they had. It became a family tradition that we stop at Stuckey’s whenever we see one.
Michael Yates from Lexington wrote on September 22, 2021 at 9:34 pm
Back in the mid 60’s and early 70’s our family would drive from Sumter, SC through Summerton, SC to vacation “at the lake” of Santee Cooper where our Granddad had a house for all the family to use. We would always ask dad to stop at Stuckey’s in Summerton and begged for a pecan log. With 5 kids in the family sharing the log was normal practice. We would be sure to finish it before we arrived at the lake house. If my memory serves me correct, Stuckey’s was on the corner of Hwy 15 and Hwy 301 and not where it’s located today. I love to see the post Stephanie does on LinkedIn. Keep up the Stuckey’s revival!
Terry D White from Altamont wrote on September 15, 2021 at 10:20 am
I made many trips to the local Stuckey’s Pecan Shoppe and Stuckey’s Carriage Inn in Altamont, Il as a youngster only to find myself coming back as their electrician and maintenance service from the 70’s through the 90’s. When the original owner (Dave Coslet) decided to sell - it was bittersweet as I had always hoped to be able to buy it - keep the Stuckey’s products and be a home town general store with antiques, collectibles and of course the Stuckey’s line of candies. (The pecan roll - my favorite). I now own a quaint downtown antique store along with being an auctioneer and hope that I will be able to meet up with Stephanie at some point to discuss my dreams that would include the Stuckey’s line of products at my store. I have stopped at a Stuckey’s or two on my way to Arkansas and their presentation of the product leaves something to be desired and most certainly see my place as a popular destination as I know many people in our area along with travelers along interstate 70 would drop by to see us. Hope to hear or see you soon Stephanie - Terry
Beverly from Lexington SC wrote on September 13, 2021 at 12:20 pm
Stuckey's was always a part of 2x a year vacations 1 in the summer to the Myrtle Beach and 1 to the fall to mountain's stuckey's was aways a must stop going and coming back home for a pecan log ,pecans for mom and a special gift to take home to grandma . Thank you for all the great memories and wonderful pecan logs .
Myron Shulman from Brooklyn wrote on September 9, 2021 at 11:29 am
Great memories. Billboards along Rt. 17 & Rt. 1. Driving from NYC to Miami was so boring except for the Stuckey signs. Are the signs still there? I think we saw Horns & South of the Border signs as well. By the 70s, we flew instead but the signs will forever be in my heart & soul. Great food as well.
David Bevens from Midland, TX wrote on September 6, 2021 at 7:36 am
In the 1980’s, my family used to take a lot of road trips from Sierra Blanca and El Paso, TX to Tucson, AZ. We, usually, stopped at the one outside of Deming, NM. We stopped there for gas, pecan log rolls, and occasionally, to eat lunch. Such great memories! There was another one in Plateau, TX, east of Van Horn that my dad would have his drivers Ed students drive to, from Sierra Blanca. There were other former West Texas locations that I remember, and some of those buildings are still standing. I can tell that they were Stuckey’s, due to the distinct shape of the buildings. My brother and I, joke about stopping at those Stuckey’s. In the last 20 or so years, I remember stopping at convenience stores outside the Dallas/Ft Worth area that had Stuckey’s merchandise.
Ken Snead from Sutherlin wrote on September 1, 2021 at 4:19 pm
I was a truck driver since 1978. I can't remember a specific stop. I was always happy to visit Stuckey's on my trips through North Carolina.
Lejean from Ontario wrote on August 29, 2021 at 6:20 am
My dad was in the Navy and we moved every few years. I have great memories of stopping at the Stuckey's along the way. the atmospheres at the stores were something I can't even describe. Such happiness. For some reason the thing that really stuck out to me where the Goldstone jewelries. I recently bought a gold stone heart to hang on my necklace just because Stuckey's is one of the favorite memories of my childhood!
William S. from Elkton, MD wrote on August 20, 2021 at 12:39 am
Through the late 60's and early 70's our family would travel from Delaware to Tifton, Georgia for summer vacation, where my father was born. It was the highlight of all my summers. As a kid it was always a pleasure whenever we stopped at one of the many Stuckey's off of I-95. No matter what location we went to the people who worked there were incredibly friendly and helpful. That high pitches turquoise roof was like Disney for me. From the pecan logs to the real Mexican jumping beans, it was like an oasis! The state magnets and spoons were always cool to see and then the license plates for your bike with your name on it. There are still 2 small buildings in Delaware that were former Stuckeys and everytime I drive by I reminisce about everyone of those summer trips. Stuckey's was a highlight of my growing up and I sincerely hope they make a comeback so others can see what a pleasure it is to meet happy and incredible emoyees! Thank you so much h Mr. Stuckey!!!
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!
WILLIAM SMITH from CORDELE wrote on August 16, 2021 at 1:56 pm
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 I really enjoyed that! That Stuckey’s, ALONE, proved to be a top-notch roadside stopping point!
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 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
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 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.
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
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 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 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 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 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, 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 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 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.