Corinne Roosevelt Robinson - Personal Life

Personal Life

On April 29, 1882, the then Corinne Roosevelt married Douglas Robinson. Their marriage produced four children:

  1. Theodore Douglas Robinson (1883–1934) a member of the New York State assembly. He married his distant cousin, President Franklin D. Roosevelt's niece, Helen Rebecca Roosevelt.
  2. Corinne Douglas Robinson (1886–1971), mother of columnists Joseph and Stewart Alsop
  3. Monroe Douglas Robinson (1887–1944)
  4. Stewart Douglas Robinson (1889–1909), committed suicide by jumping from his college dormitory window after a party.

Throughout the 1920s, Robinson's health failed her a number of times and she had a total of sixteen eye surgeries.

Robinson, a lifelong Republican, voted for her fifth cousin Franklin Roosevelt when he ran for Governor of New York in 1928 and in 1932 when he was elected President of the United States. Robinson commented that she voted for Franklin because: "Eleanor is my niece after all." Eleanor was Corinne's favorite niece and she said of her, "Eleanor was more like Theodore than any of his own children were."

Robinson died on February 17, 1933, age 71, of pneumonia, in New York City less than a month before Franklin Roosevelt was inaugurated as President.

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