Memorial: Connie Fulmer

Abstract

This is not an academic's tribute to Connie Fulmer; it is a tribute to a lady who came into my life and enriched it.Connie, Margaret, and I met when she came to Nuneaton to deliver a lecture on clergy in George Eliot's novels. On hearing her speak, I understood the delight and anticipation that her acceptance of the invitation had brought about. Unfazed by the gurkha music and party going on in the other rooms of Chilvers Coton Heritage Centre (the small venue had been double-booked), she held her audience. Her joy at being in a building so closely associated with Mary Ann Evans will always bring a smile to my face.Connie had a genuine interest in those around her, and was especially intrigued to learn that not only had I grown up in the same locality as Mary Ann Evans, I also shared a depth of knowledge of the agricultural community in all its guises, an involvement few other members of the George Eliot community share. Connie underlined my growing awareness that I had an asset that could be of benefit.Throughout my life I have been fortunate to be able to draw on the expertise of people from a wide variety of backgrounds. The best of them had, like Connie, a special quality. Connie included, those folk were generous with that knowledge, keen that it should be shared and continue to be enjoyed after them. Connie, again like those others, was generous with her understanding, knowing that through sharing, the passion they had—be it for horses, dogs, or George Eliot—would be the beneficiary. She did not share her knowledge to impress but to encourage others to want to know more.Connie had the gift of inspiration, to focus one's mind to acknowledge that one had something worth sharing and to have belief in one's self.Connie had many gifts. Her gift to me was coming into my life.Connie, beautiful lady, for that I will always be grateful.Rest easy.