I’m wondering how age, geographical location, and ethnic/cultural background might have influenced what you called your father, too, so add details if you think they’re meaningful.
I called mine Dad in Massachusetts during the '60s. My younger sisters, influenced by “Little House on the Prairie,” called him Pa.
Mama and Daddy all their lives. When speaking about them when they weren’t present, occasionally it was “mother and father,” more often “mom and dad,” but mostly Mama and Daddy. That was the tradition they used about their parents, except Mama called her parents Mama and Papa. Grandparents (both sides) were Granddaddy and Grandmama, never shortened to Granddad or Gramps, or Gramma or Granny, or any of that sort of thing.
My kids have been much less formal. Grandkids even more so. Must be generational as much as anything.
Papi (Spanish equivalent of daddy). Well, that and a bunch of other nicknames, but never his given name. I didn’t call my mom her name either. It’s just now, when I’m an adult over 20 that I refer to her by her given name sometimes, but I don’t call her that.
My siblings always called him by his given name, probably because his ex-wife always called him by his name, they learned it, and called him that and kept doing it even while my dad was married to her. Afterwards, even more. It was just many years later, influenced by me, that they call him sometimes “dad”.*
Mom saw that and was determined that I wouldn’t call family members by their given names. I was 5-6 years old when I truly learned my parents (and other relatives)’ names. I still don’t call most of them by their proper names, they all have titles and nicknames.
*This does not diminish the relationship my dad has with my siblings. They truly love him a lot, and viceversa. That they usually call him “Karl” instead of “dad” is insignificant in that area. Just a quirk.
And most people in my culture DO NOT use the given names when referring to their parents. They’re always “mami y papi”.
Montreal - we were a mostly English-speaking home so it was “Daddy” when I was very young (or when whining or when I really wanted something), but mostly “Dad”.
Given name, I’m black, in my twenties, and grew up in the northeast. Sometimes people try to make a big deal out of it, or find some deeper meaning behind it, but there isn’t one. That’s just the way my family did things.
I am from northwestern Louisiana and it was always “Momma” and “Daddy” and still is and always will be. I am a 36 year old male living in New England. My daughters call me “Daddy” as well.
Daddy! He was my daddy till the day he died. I’m black, 35 (will be 36 in a couple weeks! Go Nzinga! It’s your birthday!) and was born and raised in upstate NY.
Till this day, I call men ‘daddy’. I miss my daddy.