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26 posts
May 18, 2011
8:26 PM
Growing up with a single parent, I spent a lot of summers with my grandparent to give my Mom a break. My younger aunts and uncles were still in school at the time. At night I played tag or kick the can with my friends and my aunt and uncles had their boy and girl friends.
When it got late enough, my grand mother would yell out our names down the street and for us to come inside. Of course we were having too much fun to pay much attention. She would wait about 15 minutes and the yell for us again. This time we were called by our first AND middle names. "Paul Harold; Bonnie Jean" and so forth. Then we ran to the house. That was how I learned what middle names were for. We went into the house and first thing I noticed was the big frown on my grandmother's face. She wasn't happy.
One time my uncle was late and all three names were yelled. When he came in the door, my grandfather was waiting with his razor strop in hand and took my uncle to the basement for what turned out to be two swats on the butt. I think the expressions on my grandparents faces was enough for me. I never wanted to hear my last name called.
I guess the biggest lesson I learned and realized over the years was that being too late can have consequences that you really don't want and that being on time was a good thing.

Last Edited by on May 18, 2011 8:26 PM
Curt Dalton
461 posts
May 18, 2011
10:06 PM
How true your words are. But since I didn't have a middle name, when she was mad she would call out "Curtis Dalton". That was the only time that I was called Curtis instead of Curt. I was too afeared to find out what she would have called out the third time...

Last Edited by on May 18, 2011 10:07 PM
Riverdale Ghost
184 posts
May 22, 2011
9:37 PM
Mine's official. If the whatever doesn't insist on middle initial, it's used.

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353 posts
Jun 12, 2012
7:04 PM
I go by my middle name, since back in Indy when I was a tot when my mom called my first name Dad and I would both come running.

When we were in trouble, my brothers would be called by their full names. In my case, I learned quickly enough to nuance the tone!
luv my dayton
125 posts
Sep 08, 2012
7:05 AM
This happened in our home as a kid, with my children and with my grandchildren. Kind of a tradition that follows the generations.
226 posts
Sep 10, 2012
3:26 PM
I hated my middle name as I was growing up. My mom's middle name was 'Eugena' on her birth certificate but she misread it as Eugene.I guess my grandmother never called her by her middle name... So she gave me "her" middle name. After I started school all I ever heard was "isn't that a boys name?" One boy in my sixth grade class had the middle name of Gayle and we were always going to trade! After I got lots older I found out it didn't really matter all that much, made me unique with my plain first and last names. I just used my middle initial on things I signed.
116 posts
Sep 11, 2012
3:51 AM
@Keugene48. I never really liked my middle name as a kid. I thought Harold wasn't boy enough for some reason.
I spent summers in high school working for a drywall company. There were two gentleman, one from Tennesee, and another one from Kentucky whose first and middle names were both Shirley Jean. I was afraid to ask them any thing about their unique names, but itbs a problem when having to holler to them. They both did have short tempers and would often fight after work with someone who asked thw wrong questions or made remarks about their names. Aftr that experience, I never gave my middle name another thought. I was grateful for it.
379 posts
Sep 12, 2012
12:59 AM
Hah! Guys with girly names are often the ones you just don't want to mess with ("Boy maned Sue" anyone?) There was one guy in Huber who lived on a farm tract named Joyce Potter. He had a very cute and buxom daughter and a shotgun full of rock salt for any boys who tried to be unauthorized visitors. I know a couple guys who got a buttful of that rock salt, too.

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