In response to an earlier posting about my new Internet friend/correspondent, Charles Harlow III (AKA III), this post will present some of my biographical information he requested. Other readers of this blog may not be familiar with the broad outlines of my life. Devotees of spy novels will recall that, when going on a dangerous assignment, undercover agents always prepared, or had prepared for them, a biographical "legend". Here's mine.
The Frosolono family originated in or near Marsiconuova, a city in the Calabria region of southern Italy. According to family legend,my great grandfather, Frederico Frosolono, was an officer in the Italian Army. He also played the trombone. I speculate that he may have served in an Italian Army band rather than as a front line officer. At some point in the 1860's-1870's, he became enamored of a world-wide socialist movement, which I suspect was actually the Communist Party. He resigned his army position and began to travel throughout Europe to recruit workers into this socialist/Communist organization. Hence, my paternal grandfather, Michael (Daddy Mike)Concello Frosolono was born in Marseilles, France. The organization sent Frederico to the US in order for him to recruit workers on the Eastern seaboard, from outside New York City to Florida. Frederico brought his two oldest sons, Antony (not Antonio)and Giuseppe (Joseph,Joe) with him. The three men traveled together by train on the recruitment trips. Subsequently, Frederico sent for great grandmother Rosa Concello Frosolono, Daddy Mike, and younger daughter, Lusetta.
Frederico and his sons often stopped in LaGrange, GA, to stay overnight at railroad hotel. The LaGrange area reminded the family of Calabria. My recollection is that Frederico did not recruit in the LaGrange area textile mills, most likely because he wanted a relatively safe place to stay. Callaway Mills, in LaGrange, had a long history of anti-union activities, sometimes violent in nature. Frederico seems to have been a good recruiter. He was so successful in Montgomery, AL, that some of the local industrial leaders arranged for a black criminal to assassinate him. The dirty deep was accomplished through a stab wound. I have seen a copy of the death certificate, which lists the cause of death as "peritonitis". Frederico is buried in
the Montgomery Catholic cemetery.
After Frederico's death, Uncle Tony, who was already an accomplished violinist went for further intensive study in Russia. Upon his return to the US, he lived in Chicago where he organized and led several orchestras, some of which played in the local nightclubs. Daddy Mike, Uncle Joe, Rosa, and Lusetta settled in LaGrange. Uncle Joe opened a barber shop that was highly successful. Tony became quite wealthy through various capitalistic enterprises.
Tony summoned Daddy Mike to Chicago and enrolled him into a tailoring school. He ultimately became a highly skilled tailor. While in Chicago, Daddy Mike had aspirations to be a boxer in the flyweight category. He managed to defy Tony and won several professional boxing matches. On the afternoon of a highly anticipated with a top ranked opponent, Tony and several other men locked Daddy Mike in a closet and refused to let him out until the next day. This tactic more or less ended Daddy Mike's boxing career. He returned to LaGrange and set up his tailor shop. During the depression, he supported the family mainly with his gambling at the pool and poker tables.
The above family history accounts, in some people's mind, for my genetic disease of presumptive liberalism, i.e., I inherited by this affliction as a result of the Frosolono gene pool. On the other hand, I have no ability at tailoring, boxing, pool, poker, or music. All of the Frosolono men and my paternal grandmother (Mama Ruth, below) had significant talents in music. For instance, Mama Ruth had a wonderfully clear and beautiful soprano voice with great range. She was the lead soprano in our church choir. Go figure.
Daddy Mike courted and convinced Bonnie Ruth (Mama Ruth Birdsong) to marry him. Mama Ruth, a staunch Presbyterian, agreed with two provisions: (1) Daddy Mike had to give up his Catholic church membership and (2) Refrain from teaching Italian to his children. I suspect that Mama Ruth wanted her children to be fully accepted as Americans, not Italian-Americans.
Mama Ruth's father was twice elected sheriff of Troup County. My paternal and maternal ancestors fought in the Revolutionary and Civil Wars, although no one in the families ever made much reference to this fact. I found much of the details a few years ago from the Troup County Historian.
My father, Michael Concello (Cecil) Frosolono, Jr., and my mother, Sara Neese Frosolono, married at a young age, 18 and 15, respectively. Mama Ruth considered them too young to know enough to be married, much less raise me when I was born approximately three years after the marriage. Mama Ruth insisted the young couple live with her and Daddy Mike. This demand caused Mother some difficulties. Interestingly, Mama Ruth often told me, "You should marry young so you can get all the mystery of sex out of the way and get on with your life." I ignored this advice, as I did other aspects of her "teachings", often rendered as imperatives.
I was born at City County Hospital in LaGrange, GA, early in the morning of 27 Jan 38. Our Frosolono family "history" states that my mother, about 18 years old at the time, developed a pregnancy-induced craving for boiled peanuts. She consumed a large quantity of the nuts, thereby inducing premature labor and I was born six-weeks early. Yes, I like almost all types of peanuts but am not at all fond of the boiled variety.
Mama Ruth foresaw the on-coming WWW II and, Christian pacifist that she was, did not want Cecil or his older brother, Frederick (Fritz) to serve in the armed forces. She also thought that everyone should have a marketable skill or trade. Uncle Fritz, however, was drafted into the Army Air Force and served in Europe, although he did not become enmeshed in any combat operations. He often referred to his AAF service in Europe as the "best time of my life". I speculate much of the reason for these fond memories resulted from the fact that he was away from Mama Ruth's domination.
Mama Ruth sent Cecil to Nashville, TN, to learn sheet metal working skills. Once the war was underway, he was exempted from the draft because of his critical-to-the-war skill and worked in a shipyard in Chickasaw, AL, near Mobile. This shipyard built Liberty Ships. Mama Ruth sent Sara to beautician school in Macon, GA. She lived with Mama Ruth's sister and her daughter. Mother became quite notable as a beautician once the family returned to LaGrange after the war.
Where was I during this period? With Mama Ruth, of course. She became the dominant figure of my young life. She took me with her to church (Sunday morning and evening services, Wednesday prayer meetings, Thursday night choir practice, and afternoon circle meetings), social engagements, and many other places, including to plays and musical events at LaGrange College ("The Hill"). The family history also states that I was a compliant child with a maturity much beyond my years. By the time I reached Jr. High/High School, I became non-compliant with most expectations of my family. I won't go further into these early years but, as an adult, I often wondered whether I am who am because of, or despite of, Mama Ruth's influence that lasted well into my high school years. I finally realized that the answer is "yes" to both.
I had a different set of interactions with Daddy Mike. For instance, when I was still in elementary school, I was engaging in pre-adolescent exploration of my penis when Sara barged into the one bathroom in Mama Ruth's house. She wanted to know why I was taking so long with my evening bath. When Sara saw what I was doing (I didn't try to conceal the fact.), she went ballistic, telling me I was "sinning, being a pervert, etc." Daddy Mike came to see what the commotion was about. Sara said, "He's playing with his peter."
Daddy Mike replied, "Sara, it's his. If he wants to play with it, that's his business, not yours. Now go back to the living room and leave the boy alone." Good man, Daddy Mike.
By the time I began school, I was reunited with Cecil and Sara in Chickasaw. We came back to LaGrange soon after I began second grade. The war had ended, the shipyard closed, and Cecil needed work. He joined Daddy Mike and Mama Ruth at the family tailor shop, and Sara began full time work as a beautician. I started working in the tailor shop, picking up and delivering clothes for alterations. The shop served about six major stores, several smaller ones, and many individuals.
I well remember a consciousness changing event that took place when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. Instead of going to the tailor shop to work after school, I went home with a friend. I was amazed at all of the "stuff" they had, including an early TV, in their large house. That evening at supper I remarked on what I had seen and asked Cecil why we didn't live like my friend's family. "They're rich, Michael," he replied.
"Aren't we rich" I asked.
"No, we're poor and you'd better get used to that fact."
I never became accustomed to that reality.
I began to read at an early age. Sara, along with Cecil's sister, Anita Frosolono James, greatly encouraged my reading, which opened up a wider world to me. While still in Jr. High, I tried to check out a copy of "Forever Amber" from the city library, an attempt that appalled the head librarian. She called Sara about my "poor taste" in reading materials and her lack of parental control. Sara said, "Let him have the book. Once he finishes the book, I want to read it." By the time I was in high school and often reading at least one novel per day, I was the chief "reviewer" at both libraries in LaGrange. As you may infer, I read very fast. The librarians gave me first crack at the new novels with the stipulation that I provide "reviews". I found out that the librarians would tell other clients, primarily women, "Mike liked this book", or "Mike hated this book." Many of the clients apparently relied on my reviews.
Some of my strongest memories relate to feelings about my childhood. I felt as if I were in a warm mud bath with my family, who were content with their world. I wanted out. My extensive reading at that time and the world that books revealed, along with my "cultural" visits to The Hill, made me dissatisfied with my family's insular world. I began to scheme how I could enter a different world.
I quickly determined that I would not be a good athlete. Yes, I played a lot of tennis and golf, and became reasonably proficient at those sports. I ran track but, with my short legs, had limited success. Football and basketball had no appeal to me. Bottom line: Sports would not be my way out my environment.
Well before I entered high school, I realized my mind and intellectual pursuits were my ticket out of the "mud bath". I strove to become a scholar. My high school years and the efforts of several outstanding teachers gave me a love of science and writing. These same teachers often "corrected" me on my rebellious nature. I was impatient to get on with my life away from LaGrange and somewhat bored with scholarly studies because they didn't soak up much of my intellectual ability. That is, I was at this time an underachieving scholar who, nevertheless, made good grades. Consequently, I looked for things that would bring some excitement to my life. Without going into further detail, I became familiar with lawyers, law enforcement officials, and other city/county officials but - importantly - I was never indicted nor caught in any of my more serious mischief. Yes, a charmed life, but I was kicked out of the Boy Scouts and a couple of other organizations for being disruptive.
Throughout this time, I attended church services and youth groups faithfully. I had the great good fortune to have been born into, and raised in, the Christian Community of Believers at the First Presbyterian Church in LaGrange. I came under the influence of two outstanding ministers, against whom to this day I judge all other ministers. Drs. John E. Wilson and John McClain preached erudite, well-crafted, intellectually based, and well-delivered sermons that challenged my young mind without degenerating into sentimental sloppiness. Importantly, both ministers spent a lot of time with me, showing me how to reconcile my increasing love of science with Christianity. As a result, I have never left the Community of Believers and have developed what I term a rational faith.
I enrolled at LaGrange College because I could not afford to go away to college. I lived at home but spent most of my waking time on "The Hill" or working at the Callaway Mills water purification plant. This facility, a one person operation, supplied water to several of the mills through an eight-mile pipeline from the Chattahoochee River. These textile mills required water with different characteristics (e.g., pH) than the LaGrange City water system provided.
I earned a double major in Chemistry and Biology on The Hill. In my senior year, I decided to take a course in Philosophy rather than Differential Equations. Had I taken DQ's, I would have had a triple major, adding Mathematics to the other two. I firmly believe, however, that this beginning course in Philosophy, taught by a truly remarkable person - Prof. Franz Joseph Kovar, was the single most import course I took on "The Hill".
Andrea and I met and fell in love at LaGrange College. My most important memories of that time revolve around classwork, being with Andrea at every opportunity, and
suffering from chronic sleep deprivation. To illustrate: Many quarters, I would manage to arrange my course work so that I could work the second shift (2:00 - 10:00 PM) at the water purification plant. Then, I would rush to "The Hill" to be with Andrea until the college closed at 11:00 PM. Some quarters, I would not be able to work during the week but had my work time at the water purification plant from 6:00 AM to 10:PM on Saturdays and Sundays, often with an additional shift on Fridays from 2:00 to 10:00 PM. I usually managed to work at least 32 hours at the water plant during my college years.
The water plant was a great place for me to work. I was there by myself. I had to test the water for pH, various ionic and chlorine concentrations, etc. every hour, a process that took 10 minutes. Every other hour, I had to fill the chemical hoppers, which added another 10 minutes. I spent the rest of the time on my academic homework/studies and, yes, reading those novels and other books. What a life!
Once I remarked to Daddy Mike about how chronically I needed sleep as result of my college/work/social schedule. The grand old gentleman replied, "Michael, quit bitching. You can sleep when you're old." That's the only time Daddy Mike ever lied to me: Now that I'm old, I have difficulty sleeping.
Andrea went to summer school so she could graduate with me, in three years. I went to summer school so I could double, almost triple major, and take courses outside of my majors that interested me.
We graduated in June 1960 and, one week later on 10 Jun 60, were married at Andrea's ancestral church, Lavonia United Methodist, the church we attend now. After a prolonged, two-day honeymoon in a cabin at Vogal State Park, we traveled to Chapel Hill, NC, where I had a fellowship in the Biochemistry Department at the University of North Carolina (UNC-CH). I spend that first summer working in my adviser's lab but did not take any courses. As a result, we had a summer-long honeymoon, at least after work hours and on the weekends. The following fall I became totally immersed in my graduate studies. Andrea worked as a secretary/administrator in the General College. We left UNC-CH in 1965 with a Ph.D. in Biochemistry and a minor in Physical Organic Chemistry.
The newly minted Ph.D. and his wife moved to the New York City area. I had a post-doctoral fellowship at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx. We lived, about 30 minutes north via road, in a garden apartment complex in Yonkers. Our older daughter, Anne-Marie, was born at the new AECOM Hospital. Had she come reasonably on time, she would have been the first baby born at the hospital; but, she did manage to come in third.
Two and a-half years later, I had my first true academic appointments in the research department of Mt. Sinai Hospital of Cleveland and the Biochemistry at the Case-Western Reserve Medical School. In many respects, I made my academic "bones" during the six years we were in the Cleveland area. Christina was born at Mt. Sinai Hospital. We lived in the eastern suburbs of Cleveland - Euclid and Willoughby Hills. We still have great friends in Willoughby Hills and wonderful memories of our church, WHUMC.
Six years later, we returned to the NYC area when I accepted appointments in the Pediatrics and Pathology Departments at AECOM. My research expertise at this time related to diseases of prematurity. We lived in Rye, NY, which had (and still has) one of the finest public school systems in the US. We stayed at AECOM/Rye another six years.
Throughout my academic career, I supported us through the US Public Health Service research grant programs. I was known as "Dr. Grant Getter". At one time, I had approximately $1 million in research grants under my own name and as as a collaborator with other investigators. I won't bore you with my research accomplishments/publications. If you're interested, do a Goggle search with my name.
I came to understand that I much preferred to write the grants, direct the people who worked with me, and report on the results rather than performing the actual research/laboratory work myself.
One of my academic friends/competitors at Duke mentioned my expertise to Dr. Allen Cato, who at that time was the Director of Clinical Research at the old Burroughs-Wellcome Co. in Research Triangle Park, NC. Allen convinced me to leave, almost, academia and come to work at B-W Co. "Almost" because I also had an adjunct appointment at Duke University Medical School, collaborating with one of the best friends of my adult life. This friend, Bill Currie, served as the model for Terrance Harrington in my novel, "Beyond Duty".
We moved back to Chapel Hill and stayed there 15 years. We had a great time back in NC. As an example, we had season tickets to the UNC-CH basketball team, who played in the Dean Dome within a mile of our home. Anne-Marie and Christina finished high school in Chapel Hill.
Andrea and I next spent five years with the IVAX corporation in Miami. We lived in a great house in Weston, at the far western limit of Ft. Lauderdale.
Throughout my corporate warrior years (I hesitate to say, corporate chieftain), I traveled frequently around the US and to the UK, Ireland, and Europe. Sometimes I was in the UK/Ireland five or six times a year. I participated in, and often led, project teams that conducted clinical trials programs resulting in registration of new pharmaceutical products in the US and extra-US territories. My writing skills helped immeasurably in these endeavors.
I enjoyed working at IVAX for the first three years. I interacted with some super individuals. Nevertheless, IVAX and I developed a "Mexican Stand Off" relationship. IVAX was afraid I would reveal certain things I had learned if they fired me and I wanted to stay there long enough to access some stock options. We finally agreed on terms, and Andrea and I left South Florida in 1998, "retiring" at my advanced age of 60. Two years earlier, we had bought a small home on Lake Hartwell, near Lavonia. We used this lake house for two purposes: (1) A place Andrea could stay when she came back to Lavonia to help her aging Father and Step-Mother, usually when I was traveling abroad, and (2) A retreat from the craziness of IVAX. We didn't have any other place more attractive as a "retirement" place (OK, that we could afford). So, we "retired" to Lavonia/Lake Hartwell in 1998.
These 10 years of "retirement" have been most satisfying. Andrea has resumed many of her childhood relationships and has become involved in church and community activities. I have been able to write. For several years, I wrote an opinion collumn for our local weekly newspaper, "The Franklin County Citizen". This "gig" ended a little over a year ago when our local knuckle dragging Philistines exerted economic pressure on the management of the chain that owns "The Citizen", pressure that resulted in my "firing". The KDP's maintain that I am a liberal, pointy-headed intellectual, secular humanist, and enemy of Christianity and the US. The newspaper management caved under the pressure, exhibiting a fine example of journalist integrity.
A local politician recently told me that the real reason the KDP's were irritated with me related to my ability to sway public opinion with my newspaper columns. The tipping point apparently came a couple of years ago. In my columns, I endorsed candidates that the KDP's and the reactionary Franklin County Taxpayers Association opposed. Except for one person, all candidates I endorsed won election/re-election. What a blow to the KDP's. To my way of thinking, this turn of events made them want a dip of snuff and a bite of raw lemon chased up their rear ends.
Another bone in the throat of the KDP's was my role as a member/chair of the Franklin County Board of Taxpayers Equalization. This board rules on disputes between taxpayers and the Board of Tax Assessors concerning Fair Market Values of properties. When I joined the Board of Equalization, we embarked on a course of action that used actual data, not good ol'boy/ol' girl influences, to settle these disputes. The fact that we ruled against several of the KDP's didn't help my relationship with them.
The situation became so intense that I was urged by several individuals, some in the county administration, to arm myself and not to go to certain locations in the county. I bought a Glock .40 caliber pistol, took training from a licensed NRA firearms instructor, and then let it be known that I would be traveling around the county delivering Meals-On-Wheels and carrying out my BOEq duties with the Glock at my side. Things settled down.
I am working on my second book, "Through The Wilderness", a non-fiction work in progress (see my other blog, traversingthewilderness). At the same time, characters and situations from a second novel keep coming into my consciousness. I'd like to finish "Through The Wilderness" before embarking on another novel but ......
I don't like to characterize myself in anyway except as (1) a professing Christian, albeit one who struggles to proclaim, witness to, and serve God - Parent, Son, and Holy Spirit and (2) a scientist who strives to be data-driven. As I will expound upon in "Through The Wilderness", I have never seen a conflict between my religious and scientific orientations.
Politicaly, I can't categorize myself. I view life through the primary lens of my understanding of Christianity and science. The best I can do is: I am so committed to fundamental (not fundamentalist) religious and Constitutional principles that I often am, erroneously, considered to be a liberal.
I am a registered Republican but many times have voted for Democratic candidates. I am a dues-paying member of the ACLU, NRA, and International Pistol Defensive Association. I abhor political and religious cant, from all segments of the spectrum. I love the give and take of rational discourse.
Now, that's more than you probably wanted to more or, perhaps, in view of the verbiage, not as much as you'd like to know on a fundamental level. There's time, however, more disclosure and interactions.
Recounting this much of my family history confirms Andrea's often stated dictum: "Mike, write a novel about your family history." I usually follow her dictates, although my compliance sometimes is delayed.
Hope I didn't bore you.