in Louisiana USA
April 26, 2007 2:23 pm
when i was a child still in school, i couldn't wait until summertime when my dad and mom would take me cross-country to different destinations and i would always look for the stuckey's ahead road signs and couldn't get to the exit fast enough! if i was asleep in the back seat, mom would always yell, "brian, wake up! we're at stuckey's!" i would wake up with a big old smile on my face and heart! it's so sad that they hardly even exist anymore! i wished i could revive them for future generations as we all enjoyed them! thanks for the memories!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
in New York USA
April 19, 2007 12:02 pm
While on a couple road trips as a child my brother and I would always look for the telltale Stuckey's roof. If Dad pulled the old Plymouth station wagon into a Stuckey's we knew we were in for some good food and special souvenirs if we behaved.
I just went on a Girl Scout bus trip last week with my own two daughters. Although I was sad to see the familiar roofs are gone, I was pleased to buy some peacan treats for my father and share the memories with my daughters. Thanks for still being there!
in Georgia Eastman
April 12, 2007 11:42 am
I miss the Stuckey's here in its birthplace of Eastman. The town hasn't been the same since Stuckey's left.
in RAF Lakenheath, UK
April 09, 2007 2:07 am
Greetings, love your site and layout, Recall fondly stopping at one of your locations while in the States when I was a little kid on a kindergarden bus trip to Jackson, MS from Brookhaven. The smell of the dinning room was great! The cookies were wonderful! Thankyou so much for giving us a piece of home off the internet. From Laken Air Base, UK!
in Oregon USA
March 30, 2007 5:45 pm
I was raised in stuckey's. For almost 15 years my parents were Manager-Assistant Manager in 4 locations. Morris, Il, Neoga, Il, Coosawhatchie, SC, and Richmond Hill, Ga.
Most of my childhood memories revolve around the thousands of people we interacted with over those years. Hank and Francine were loyal Stuckey's customers. Every summer they would make sure they would stop in and say Hi. They even made it a point to visis the stores where we moved to.
Thank you, Mr. Stuckey, for all my fond memories.