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March 2010 That Reminds Me
My namesakes
 by Emily Schilling
Editor
I’m the kind of person who likes to be everything to everybody. I juggle my various roles and activities, wishing I could be several places at one time so I could do even more.
Well, as it turns out, I am, indeed, many places at one time. Not me, exactly. But there are dozens of Emily Schillings out there — doing quite well, I may add.
A Google Internet search revealed one of my namesakes is an athletic trainer from Morristown, N.J. One is a high school track star; another a gymnast. One plays college hoops in Nebraska and another is on her college golf team. Still another used to play high school softball. I’m pumped! I’m awful at all sports! It was strangely empowering to read about the various Emilys’ accomplishments.
I was intrigued by Emily the “protest artist” who painted such graphically bold works as “Terror Town I” and “Aftermath.” Not only does she paint, she paints with conviction!
A couple of Emily Schillings have successful careers on the East Coast. One is a Ph.D. in ecology and environmental sciences in the University of Maine’s Department of Wildlife Ecology. According to the Internet, “Emily is broadly interested in understanding physical and biological processes that influence the distribution of freshwater species across the landscape.”
A Washington, D.C., attorney with my name specializes in environmental land use and climate change. She provided advice on the Environmental Protection Agency’s renewable fuel standards for biofuels.
Anna Emily Schilling is a 23-year-old fashion model in New York City. I guess she technically isn’t my namesake, but her career sounds glamorous — so I’ll claim her!
Since I’m a writer, I was thrilled to learn that Emily Schilling co-authored a book called “Secrets of a Cat: Cat’s Eye View of the World.” Interestingly, someone by my name was also mentioned in the book “Sour Puss: A Mrs. Murphy Mystery” by Rita Mae Brown: “Emily Schilling, who specialized in exotic breeds of chickens, raised her hand, was acknowledged, and said only two words, ‘Avian influenza.’ ” Hmm … that passage both amuses and intrigues me.
Don’t get me wrong: I know these other women and I simply share a name, nothing else, but still it’s fun to see who my namesakes are. And, if someone happens to mistake me for a chicken farmer one day, I’ll know why.
Written By: eceditor
Date Posted: 2/25/2010
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