John H. Trumbull - Early Life

Early Life

Trumbull was born in Ashford, Connecticut son of Hugh Homer Trumbull (1847-1922) and Mary Ann (Harper) Trumbull (1849-1923). Despite his name, he was not related to the previous governors of Connecticut of the same name, but was the son of Irish immigrants who moved to Ashford in the early 1870s to run a farm. The family later moved to Plainville, Connecticut. He never went to college. He was married, November 28, 1903, to Maud Pierce Usher (1874-1963),and they had two daughters; Florence Trumbull (1904-1933, who married John Coolidge, son of President Calvin Coolidge; and Jean Trumbull who married Alaric R. Bailey of Jamestown, New York,.

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