The three names we are given are great tools for child-rearing.
Whenever my mother or sister or father called for me with my first name of "Neil," things were right with the world, no trouble was within view, and I could without fear go and see what they wanted.
Whenever any of the family said, "Neil Hamilton," things had gotten a bit strained, I might have to think of an excuse to give for something I had not done or remembered to do, but it was usually a minor problem with no deep impact upon me or my world. If a teacher at school did the same using my first and last name, he was usually calling on me in class to answer a question or to read a paragraph from a book. Again, no big deal.
BUT...
Whenever I hear my mother call in a loud, angry voice, "NEIL RAYMOND!" things had truly hit the fan and it was best to run and hide. The ONLY time I ever heard my middle name ever used was in this vein and ONLY by my mother. I still get shivers thinking about it.
I did think, when I was very young, that being called 'Ray' by my friends would be sort of cool, but it never came about. I was always called "Neil Armstrong" after the famous landing on the moon in 1969. Good thing I graduated high school in 1971 and enlisted in the Army that 30th of July.
Then I was called, "Hamilton," or "Private."
BUT...
If I got into any serious scrape, foul-up or trouble, it was, "HAMILTON! GET YOUR A## OVER HERE AND DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!"
Yep, three names can be a very powerful tool.
Sincerely,
Unionblue