Doppelgangers
August 23, 2020
I do sometimes Google people from my life to see how they turned out, since I don’t do Facebook or other social media. It should not surprise you that common names are… common. When I went looking for Maija Meijers a decade ago, she wasn’t hard to find. But my Dad’s best friend, Jim Smith, was difficult to find as his name is so common he used to go to “Jim Smith Conventions.” It helps, of course, if you have a few markers; knowing the name of Jim’s wife (Rose), his hometown (Portland), his age (roughly the same as my Dad’s) and some of the other places he lived (New York) made it possible to find him, or rather his obituary (all too often the endpoint of searches for adult friends from my youth).
Of course, rare names which should be easy prove difficult because, in 2020, some people have a zero Internet profile.
I am somewhere in the middle. I doubt any of you have Googled me, but since I felt sure parents would, every year I taught I made a point of telling them, on back-to-school night, about the Paul Schindlers I am not.
- I am not the MIT graduate Paul Schindler who founded the Gay City News
- I am not the activist Catholic Priest.
- I am not Madonna’s attorney
- I am not the Broadway composer from the early 20th century.
- I am no relation to the Schindler Elevator Company, although, like me it is Swiss. I am still ticked off that they beat me to Schindler.com, which is why I own Schindler.org (thanks Harrison Klein for pointing out that .org does not HAVE to be a non-profit).
- I am no relation to Oskar Schindler. I’d be proud if I was, but he was a Bavarian Catholic industrialist, while my people were Swiss Calvinist dairy farmers.