My nana worked in Blacklers for years, before the war and after. She was very upset when she came to work and the place had been hit by some kind of incendiary. That's what sent her to the WAAFs - for revenge! She was 18, she faked id to join up young, the lads she worked with in the clothing area clubbed together to get a photo of her they could keep. I think it was taken in store - I'll post it later.
I remember it years later 1970s when I was a hyperactive 5 year old ecstatic at having a free rein over the bargain table in the basement. That basement was hallowed ground for me. Stationary, toys galore. But the bargain table was the best bit choosing from a cornucopia of things - just little things. I adopted about 15 men on parachutes, all met a sad end

the whole regiment chewed by the dog at some point.
A decade later I bought my first leg warmers. Banned as school attire. But I'm a rebel and Blackers supported my endeavour. Ground floor Clayton Sq side, loads of leg warmers.
I genuinely got upset when I returned to Liverpool following University and saw a Wetherspoons. This was not right, the world order was wrong.
So I thank your ancestors for my happy memories

Pam
