I remember them fondly. No matter where we stopped, the local Stuckey's always had those ten-for-a-dollar stick candies that caused immediate tooth decay and eventual Type II diabetes. My Hot Mom and Smart Dad would always allow us to select some as a treat for the road, and we'd spend an egregious amount of time making our selections, and negotiating for "halfsies" on flavors that weren't worthy of a whole stick, but might be worthy of sharing. And I remember how dreadfully important I thought my choices were.
I thought of Stuckey's the other day because that memory reminds me that just because something isn't important to me doesn't mean it's not dreadfully important to someone else. That's a lot of weight for a 10 cent candy to bear, but sometimes we learn our lessons in the oddest of places.
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We didn't have any "Stuckey's," on Vancouver Island but we did have the French Creek Market. I loved the cinnamon and rootbeer flavours. Use to suck on them to a sharp dangerous point.
Two words: Pecan Log.
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mini pecan pies. Yum.
Used to be several Stuckey's along I-85 between Atlanta and points north through North Carolina. Think they're all gone now, only the distict roof-line remains.
sigh.
Used to buy those candy sticks at Disneyland. Those were the best deal in the park.
Pecan Log?
Yeah, I remember that. Not fondly. o.O
I think that one of the reasons Stuckey's is gone is that when *I* was a kid we used to refer to getting food poisoning as getting "Stuck", as in Stuckeys. :D
Pecan pralines! Stuckey's and pecans are intimately entwined in my mind.
But stick candies, for me it was always Fire Stick, for a nickel. The same stuff is Jolly Rancher's Cinnamon Fire candy, which I still keep lots and lots of around.
I MISS STUCKEY'S. I agree Janiece, my candy choices were VERY important. I may also miss the simplicity of the times.
While my mother would go into them for the pralines, my father would not enter one.
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