Philip keggin
I rode on Blackie between 1954 and 1959.Then one day I was told by my Mum that I was now too big and Blackie
slowly became a distant childhood memory, one that I will always treasure.
Jacqueline Morris
I remember Blackie, most fondly he has a place in my heart, every visit into town resulted in a ride on him and I can also remember having to queue on a few occasions! also the lovely grotto they had to see father christmas,now in my eary 40's I recall with a little sadness that because Blacklers had to close at all. Truly an end of an era and a wonderful store.
nick
I miss the giant Father Christmas the store used to erect at this time of year. I also remember racing my sisters to see who would be first to "ride" Blackie. A department store modern pretenders try to emulate but don't quite succeed. Blacklers. Gone but not forgotten.
kevin Cosgrove
I remember seeing him in Blackers as a child in the 1960's and then saw him again when working at Alder Hey hospital in 2001 when he was looking neglected and forlorn sitting in a store room gathering dust, did'nt recognise him at first, glad to see it will be back in the lime light rather than gathering dust in a back room
m reid
happy memories of riding on it after buy my clothes in the 50s and 60s keep him alive
Elaine Byrne
As children 35 years ago, my sister and I had to attend St Pauls eye hospital on a regular basis. I can remember that my mum would always take us to Blacklers for an ice cream and a ride on Blackie as a special treat. We always looked forward to our hospital visits.
Colin Richardson
I remember the original 'Blackie' from the 1930's. Also letting go of my balloon, (gas filled), which soared up to the top floor ceiling lights.
George Jones in Wrexham
I have no memories of my own as Blackers was a bombed site when I was a child. However, my older cousin remembers the rocking horse and 63 years on he still hasn't forgiven the Germans! Now living on the south coast even this past summer he recalled going to Blackers every Saturday for a ride on the horse before the building and the horse was destroyed.
Mrs Dorothy Reade
I played on this horse,in Blackler's every Saturday in the 1950's, when we visited my Nan in Liverpool. It was the highlight of the week!
Pauline in Childwall
I loved that horse. My nan used to take me shopping on a Saturday and she'd lift me up onto the horse. I always remembered him as really tall because I was only five or six. We'd wait in line for a go - but she'd often take me first thing when there were no queues and I could have as long as I liked.
