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BAB,when are you too old to be 'Bab'

l can honestly say l never heard my dad call me by my given name....it was always bab or our bab never babby....l answered to it to...Brenda
 
My Aunt Mol & Aunt Rose called me Bill which was my G,Dads (William) and they called my Dad Alf, My Mom my Aunt Mabel & My Gran called him Fred & me Alf, we were both Alf

To top it off my Father in Law always called me Buckley.
Mom would call me names which I didn't really understand when I did wrong but it wasn't Bab

I think I will be Harry today.

Here's something to get your teeth into over breakfast.
https://www.peevish.co.uk/slang/b.htm
 
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My youngest Uncle (39) and myself (28) are both known as "the babby", we both just raise our eyebrows when we here it, i still get the odd tupence and my one great great Uncle has always called me "puddin"
 
Funny how you take words for granted and assume everyone use's em.

Babby, Tara a bit, Buzz instead of bus, Nipper, Wench, Our Kid, Round the wrekin, Hospikal, face as long as livery street, etc.

My family are all Brummies, I was the 1st babby in years not to be born in Birmingham and While my Birth Cert makes me a Yam Yam my "Slang" and "saying's" are 100% Brummie, as proven by school and later in the workplace idiot conversation with Non Brummies.

I've always been called the Babby or Nipper or the Little un, My Husband hates it with a passion when I refer to some one as the Babby but old habits die hard
 
Joins the few in the 'Non Babby/Babbie' corner. It was never used in our house and I still cannot abide the term.
 
My husband always calls our daughter Bab and she hates it. I tell her it is a term of endearment and he only calls people heloves or is very fond of Bab. its an old Brummie term.
 
My Auntie Eve was the baby of the family and was called bab, which in later life became Bob, and she was always known by her sisters as Bob, and by her neices as Auntie Bob.

Judy
 
i went to our corner shop last Friday to get the mail and a young man i would say late teens was entering at the same time as me and he said after you bab, definately a brummie word
regards anniekei
 
janet garrish said:
My husband always calls our daughter Bab and she hates it. I tell her it is a term of endearment and he only calls people he loves or is very fond of Bab. its an old Brummie term.
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Janet having been born and brought up in Brum I am fully aware that it is a Brummie term just one not used by my family. I have no views either way about its use by others just not for me.

Incidentally [going slightly off track] a friend from Glasgow was telling us that a neighbour hates the name his wife registered their daughter with so always calls her 'The Wean' even though she is now pushing 50.
 
mom always calls me bab..even puts it on her text messages and dad and mom still call each other DUCK..now where does that one come from...lol....

lyn


 
I seem to remember the Pigeon being used as a term of endearment too.

Does anyone remember that? It could be shortened to Pidg. Perhaps my memory is playing up again!!
 
My family originates from the Potteries and everyone there is 'Duck'.

There are also different words for mother,in the midlands it is Mom,but in the potteries and further north it is Mam.
Years ago when buying cards for my mother you could not get one with Mom on it.It was always Mum.
 
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Reference Bab ..only a few days ago I was reprimanded by my daughter...
"Hey! I'm the only one you ever call Bab!"...My daughter is now 21 at Uni..
I'd inadvertantly called someone else bab...ooops!

Bye Paul
 
This morning, in the county of spires and squires,Northamptonshire,a woman about half my age called me "bab"...the "Brummy bab"is alive and well, and spreading.
 
Ray, you are never too old to be called bab. It is very endearing and when you call me bab, I feel cared about.
 
The way people addressed each other in shops and so on was highlighted by the TV series "Are you being served" with young Mr Grace as the Boss, when I first started
on the Post Office in 1953 all the managers called you Mr, and it was many years before any one was called by their first name, at that time most of the Postmen
were exservice men, and if you needed help on a new delivery someone would put you right, My what a change when I got to Burton, if you were in a mess on a new job, they would stand and laugh at you. Still thats another story cheers Bernard
 
Thank you Alf, now I know you care. Babs Mags, goes well together.

Hope you are all ready for Christmas.
 
Yes all done now to keep the lads out of the Food for the next 36 hours
 
I made the sausage rolls last night Alf, and I had to keep Colin away from them. Well, I did let him sample one.
 
ONE sausage roll for Colin, goodness me bab,that is very unkind...he's a growing lad,he needs the nourishment.
 
Could do with some help from Colin,our grandaughter Kate as spent all afternoon baking cakes,shortbread and biscuits.Good thing she has three greedy big brothers to eat them.
 
It wasn't too painful for him though Way, because I had some sausage meat and pastry left, so I made him a big sausage pasty, which he just about to pop into the oven and have with his mash, broccoli and sprouts. Would Colin let me starve him...what do you think?
 
That's O.K. then.I knew you wouldn't let him go hungry...but I think we are going off topic a bit BAB.
 
We are indeed going off topic now Ray, but I just wanted to apologise for calling you Way instead of Ray. Typists error my friend, well that's my excuse.
 
I was in the local supermarket yesterday when two hoodies (as they are known today) came in..straight away i felt intimidated ..i was buying some pop and i hadn't realized that there was an offer on ..when the girl told me of the offer I said i would go and get another bottle..these lads passed over one of their bottles and said here ya are bab .. they were about 17..restored my faith in Brummies
 
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