“As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, “Also Georgiana Wife of the Above”, I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.
His father's family name being Dickens, and his christian name Charles, his infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Chuck. So, he called himself Chuck, and came to be called Chuck.
He is the only child of parents who weighed, measured, and priced everything; for whom what could not be weighed, measured, and priced, had no existence.