I am called "Uncle Buck" by the remnants of my immediate family (nieces) and their children. None of them seem to like my real name. Which is yet another reason not to bother with birthdays, X-mas, anniversaries or any mention of them in my Living Trust.
However, I just checked the "on-line" access to my family's geneology and there seems to be nary a Robert, Bob, or Roberto among all that dead meat. There is, however, a Justa (H sound, not 'Mericuhn J), Faustino, Facundo, and several Diegos and a long lost Pilar. Lots of Luis, though (with and without pronouncing the s). How we got to be such a big bunch of gabachos is beyond me.