Jenny Lou Carson - Married Life

Married Life

On July 16, 1934, at age 19, she married fellow National Barn Dance performer Donald Francis "Red" Blanchard. The marriage was doomed from the start. They quickly separated and were divorced shortly thereafter.

She immediately married 34-year-old Indiana native Myrl "Jack" Dumbauld on November 17, 1936, in Chicago, Illinois. After nine months the marriage was falling apart and they eventually separated several months later. It was not until September 1945 that Carson applied for and was granted a divorce from Dumbauld.

On May 1, 1946 Carson married 39-year-old Harry Lawrence "Tiny" Hill, a successful big band entertainer. The couple had a successful business partnership with Hill performing many of Carson's songs. In January 1947 the Hills purchased a home in Ft. Wayne, IN. Their marriage was not successful, and Carson filed for divorce in April 1949; it became final on July 5, 1949.

Carson entered her fourth marriage on April 28, 1951 to a 45-year-old Chicago drug store executive named William H. Newman. Within two years Carson left Newman and moved to Texas with her mother.

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