A rose by any other name

After filling in my three Christian names on yet another form I grew to wondering why I had them. In my family it appeared to be the custom, as in many families, to name children after their parents, grandparents or favourite relatives.  I was named after two aunts and a grown up cousin.  But we had another peculiarity.   My brother and I were known by our second names.  My second name was May and I was known as Maisie.  This became a little confusing when at the age of 12 I changed schools.  On the first morning at my new school the teacher called the register.  "Jessie Ellis" she said.  I looked round wondering who the girl was who was also named Ellis.  It was a minute or so before I answered never having been called "Jessie" before.  I expect the teacher thought we've got a right dozy one here.
My brother, Francis or Frank, was known by his second name Herbert, or to make it more confusing Bert for short. This was to distinguish it from my father, Francis Henry.  When Bert changed schools he became known as Francis or Frank and his wife always called him Frank  while my mother still called him Bert.  This led to a rather amusing incident.  Frank brought his small son to visit us one day.  When the little boy arrived home his mother asked him who he saw when he went to Nanny's house.  He replied "There was Daddy, Nanny, Auntie May and another man they kept   talking to called Bert but I couldn't see him."