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Style furniture from Lauwe "De Vlaschaard" - Part 1

This story, dear readers, begins with the first footsteps of the twentieth century in the region of Heusden, near Ghent. Two West-Flemish farm children from Rekkem and Lauwe have established themselves near the valley of the Schelde.

Zij wrochten er en bewerkten met veel  naarstigheid moeder aarde en kregen er twee kinderen, een zoon André in 1910 en zijn zus.

They worked mother earth with great passion and had two children, a son André in 1910 and his sister.
The homesickness for the area of the Leie soon became too powerful, partly due to the great flowering of flax. Yet the children went to school in Destelbergen. This was during the war years 14-18. Everything was under water due to the opening of the flood gates. The farm was a lonely field.
They sailed in a boat over land and meadow. Our host and hostess didn’t change their dialect into that of Ghent either. It was 1925, or the period of the post-war flowering of the flax, when the decision was made to sow all the land with this noble crop and to take the proceeds of the harvest to Lauwe, world famous in pigeon circles. This move back to the Leie region didn’t pose many problems then. After all, the farming family was born and bred there. Son André, a good 15 springs, learned the tricks of the trade in his youth. Cranking flax between the working boys was his first introduction to the heavy work. The family knew prosperity. But there was ALSO a farsighted uncle in the vicinity. The eldest brother of father Vanbruaene did good business in the furniture business. Uncle Gerome stood alone in the furniture company and he foresaw that the flax business would only enjoy a brief heyday, seeing the revolution at the time. I will inaugurate your son in my profession, was his sovereign answer.
It will be a secure future. André began crafting in various furniture companies in Kortrijk.  He was the founder of the well-known Mobilor in Lauwe .


The parental farm 

But ... father Vanbruaene also had his youngest brother at the parental homestead in Rekkem. This brother was a pigeon fancier in heart and soul. The farm was like a ‘youth club’ for all the young cadets like André.
He visited every week to enjoy the pigeon sociability. His uncle owned the best pigeons of the area.
He was also good friends with Geroom Vereecke, also a clever trader and pigeon fancier. This resulted in André coming into contact as a youngster with more or less all sorts of personalities out the pigeon sport at the time, without even realising it. I listened with both ears, laughs André in his chair, and I stole with my eyes. In those days young cadets didn’t have much to say between those great lords. André wanted to become a fancier very badly. But is father was radically against it. This due to the fact that his brother left too much farm work to the workers and looked after his affairs inefficiently because of .. the pigeons .

Father, says André, saw that I was also like my uncle, and he wanted to restrain me. During the weekend I left to visit my uncle, in those days everything was done by bicycle. There were no cars. My uncle and I visited Benoot in Olsene, Lagas in Ingelmunster, Vadecaveye in Wingene, Vereecke in Deerlijk ... etc ... In short, I got to know the best in the area. In secret, when my father wasn’t home, I began to insert pigeon traps in the roof of the shed. One here, one there. Father protested heavily. The roof could cave in and other such protests. The protesting remained within limits and in no time André had pigeons from his uncle, who gave him the best of the best. Uncle didn’t have much patience with the pigeons. A pigeon could win a first prize, but if it missed once it was disposed of. Uncle raced strongly in the short races at the time. There were no big competitions then like there are today, says André.
Everything my uncle could miss was given to me, until in the end I had better pigeons than my uncle. One day I remember very well, it was in the year 1926, remembers our host, my uncle came here. Look, he said to me.
Look what I’ve got here. It was a pigeon which had not yet moulted, a blue cock, which had walked into his loft. You have to use him André. It is definitely a pigeon from very good blood.
It was a fine lineage. There’s origin in there. He showed it to me and there was a name on the wing: Deprez from Etimpuis. A friend of my uncle ?

Louis Slesse, who learned of this, said to uncle: "What!” Deprez, Deprez! Give me that cheaper, give it to me. Good Lord, if everything was right, Deprez was the son-in-law of Julien Commine from Leers- Nord. And at the time Louis Slosse was one of the greatest fanciers in the Flanders, says André. Uncle said: You André, you have to use it, because Slosse swears that this pigeon is something very special. Well, being the young thing that I was, chuckles André, I didn’t know much about pedigrees at the time, ... I didn’t actually like the pigeon all that much.
It was a long beast with an exceptionally long tail. I would never have kept the pigeon if it hadn’t come from uncle and the information from Louis Slosse. Certainly not such a late youngster.
Well, I started by breeding a couple of youngsters from it and started with the training. Wow, the pigeons raced in turn for the first prize. And in those days there was serious competition. Stichelbouts lived nearby and all those men well-known at the time. They started to ignore me before I even realised it, mumbles André. I was one of the youngest fanciers and already one of the best.
In the sprint, you understand. The conditions (boycotts) forced me to change over to the middle distance .

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Dag PIPA,

Schitterend voor wat betreft de artikels van iconen uit vorige jaren..
Nu staat op papier wat mijn vader zaliger mij zoveel over verteld heeft.
Fabry,Janssens, Vanbruwaene...
Er zijn nog "sterren op het duivekot"

Enkele voorbeelden:
Havenith, Vandevelde (Nederename), Theo Gilbert, Michel Nachtegaele (Zulte)...,
Stamopbouw, resultaten, kweekwaarde enz.
Ik bezit nog documenten van deze mensen die oa gebruikt werden door een duitse collega .
Wie hierover iets meer wenst te weten ...
Mijn leuze van het zesde regiment Lanciers "Offerbereid als weleer"
Vriendelijke groeten
Georget Pappens

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