Style furniture from Lauwe "The Stier pedigree" - Part 4

After a few years Uncle Geroom stopped farming. André Vanbruaene helped him start up a furniture business in Kuurne which he would run with the growing boys.

I casually said to my Uncle: If you want that blue pigeon back, then you’re welcome to it. I wasn’t in love with the pigeon at the time, says André, and yes, how things sometimes turn out, mister. Well, my Uncle gave the pigeon to a young fancier from Kuurne called Germain Desplenter. He raced fantastically with youngsters from this pigeon. Uncle Geroom woke up and the pigeon returned. From this pigeon I bred the strain of my Old Stier from 1932. He raced like a Bull from Clermont and yes, that’s how it went, I got my nickname: The Stier (read: Bull) from Lauwe. This pigeon also won a first from Orleans and Tours. These early successes meant that I soon came into contact with a.o. the Cattrysse brothers, with Dupont from Herseeuw and with many other fanciers out the top at the time. We often sat together in the pubs by the pigeon societies. I was the youngest. They told each about of their experiences and I listened to all these serious discussions like an upcoming star. 

At one point I met mister Julien Commine, who came to basket his pigeons. Hewel, Vanbruaene, young fancier, is how he addressed me. With which pedigree do you play the big drum here? I hardly dare tell him. I said, mister Commine, don’t be angry. And then I told him the events as they happened. Do you have the pigeon, he asked me, do you have it in your loft? Hewel, he said, there is no better sort for breeding. That is a son from my Napoléon with one of the very best breeding hens from Paul Lamote from Moeskroen. Now, mister, you should know that Paul Lamote was the leader in the pigeon sport at the time. You couldn’t have a better pigeon, said Commine. That is the best pigeon racing at the moment. Look, he said 'You can keep it, it’s in good hands. But, when it suits you, you have to breed a couple of youngsters out of it for me .

Now, it was a pity, says André sadly, it was such a shame that the crisis then occurred and the second world war broke out. I never had the chance to fulfil the wish of mister Commine. He died and I thought that was such a shame. But that blood, mister, was my old stock maker, together with the strain of Benoit Van Olsene. In 1926 I was already Champion of Lauwe. They came to collect me from home with a fanfare! And I,  mister, as a young guy, was about to go crazy. Much worse than now with my second international victory from Barcelona. And the "cup" I was given is till my favourite possession. It is made from tin from the Belga cigarettes, and I had it set in chrome. My first piece, mister, you can imagine what it meant to me. I wouldn’t chance it for anything and would hate to have to miss it. In the meantime I obtained very good pigeons from Vandecaveye, here out Lauwe, and ...etc... through my success I automatically came into contact with the best fancies that there were. At the time Jozef Verhoye to sell him a couple of pigeons.
One thing led to another. I had to go and take a look at  his pigeons. He was a large doll manufacturer who owned a great number of pigeons from Gurnay from Verviers .

I started to learn a bit about pigeons then. Well, I could hold a pigeon and say what I thought. I wouldn’t say, this is a good one or it is this or that. But all in all I knew quite a bit about this and that. At one point I held a chequered hen, I said to Jozef: I would like to breed from this pigeon. Instead of you buying a couple of youngsters from me, I would prefer to joint breed. Jozef said, it’s a very nice pigeon, a real Gurnay, and yet she hasn’t given me anything fulfilling yet. All the same to me, I said, let me try. And it did me well, said Vanbruaene. It has to, as well as want to, fit together. No-one can predict this in advance. You have to have a doe of luck. Because I wouldn’t dare say that I was knowledgeable about this. I don’t preach the truth. Everyone has to experiment now and again. If it fails, fine, we don’t throw stones at anybody. Better than expected or disappointment plays a large role in the pigeon sport, just like in life. Around that time I got to know Jules Vermote from Wevelgem. For me personally he was the best fancier I ever knew. He raced formidably, especially with the small number of pigeons that he owned. It was the first time I heard anything about racing in widowhood. I went to see what that entailed. I saw his first pigeon return home from Bordeaux Belgium-Holland. He won the second prize. It was a very strong long distance man who took part in the long distance game in those years when it was taking off in better circles. Now, whether I wanted to or not, I was driven towards the long distance. I had been excluded from the Sprint. For the middle distance I was only allowed to basket two pigeons, so I automatically turned to long distance racing.  There is no exclusion in the long distance. So I gained more and more experience. I came into contact with other fanciers, so as, a.o. Willequet from Kwaremont, and all others .

  

It was even so that my father became an avid supporter. As a young chap I raced from my family home here opposite. Then father built a house for me, a few houses further down in the street, where my grandson Patrick Delrue now races from my old lofts. Later we even built next to the furniture business, where my pigeons still reside, upstairs, above the roof and on the ceiling of the furniture warehouse. And so, dear readers, that is how the story started. From farmer’s son to flax worker, to furniture specialist and over the years known over the entire world for the Stier pedigree from André Vanbruaene from Lauwe .


3054192/1954 Raced early from Bordeaux to then move to Japan .

 
3310080/1958 Raced Barcelona and then moved to Japan .  

 
3248634/1959  , raced early from Limoges, Cahors, Libourne and Barcelona.
Is a son of "The Stier" with daughter  "Tarzan"