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Penny Trumbull was born in 1954 and is 70 years old now.
Birthday: 1954
How Old - Age: 70
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Penny Trumbull - Biography
The only child of a loving, middle-class couple in their late 40’s, Trumbull was born in Portland in 1954 and given the name Pennie because of her copper red hair. She grew up in North Portland where she learned the values of a hard day’s work and the importance of an education through the love of dedicated, albeit older parents, products of the Dustbowl and Depression eras.While attending Roosevelt High School, Trumbull spent her time helping her parents maintain several rental properties around Portland. “I learned to do it all, the maintenance, sheet rocking, plumbing, you name it – and when I wasn’t working, you would find me out at the barn with my two horses or showing them in a competition every weekend,” Trumbull shares with a small group of women this idyllic summer afternoon on her Sauvie Island refuge.“In the barn, I had the AM radio playing all the time. My love of music and horses went hand in hand. Those two things were all I cared about and that suited me fine since I never really fit the high school mold.“One of the first things I learned about guys in high school was that it didn’t matter how beautiful you were, incredible girls would get trashed by the guys they slept with. There was no respect, the guys would tell all their friends and the girls would feel used. I wasn’t exactly the cheerleader type, so I didn’t spend much time dating high school boys.“I was discovered by a musician at one of the first concerts I went to, Three Dog Night with Steppenwolf. I was walking through the parking lot of the Memorial Coliseum after the show when he approached me. At 5’10” with long red hair, I was easy to notice.”And that is where her story begins...A hard worker in all that she pursued academically and athletically, Trumbull was a good daughter and had earned the trust of her parents. So when it came time to spread her wings a bit and travel outside Portland to follow her musical passion to attend concerts, she had an easy alibi in her horses.“When I turned 16 my parents gave me the keys to their car and said they never wanted to go to another horse show again. That was how I was able to get away for the weekend and hop on a private plane at such a young age without them knowing. I did that until I was 18.“Once I turned 18, I could no longer compete in equestrian events as an amateur, so I turned pro. When I didn’t make the Olympic tryouts, I was frustrated and sold all of my gear. All those years I had worked so hard, all I wanted was to stand on that podium, but I decided I needed to cut my losses and move on, so I moved to LA.“What I really wanted was to lose my v*rginity!”“There is a lot of misinformation about me on Wikipedia and groupie sites. The first musician I fell in love with and lived with was multi-instrumentalist and session player Hugh O’Sullivan (The Irish Phantom) from Toronto, Canada who was on the Steppenwolf RIP tour.“Hugh was amazing. He was of Irish descent and I had long red hair. He was respectful; didn’t know I was a v*rgin, and once he found out I was, didn’t want to touch me with a ten foot pole! I showed up on his doorstep with my yearbook from high school and said ‘I’m here!’ ”Spending time on the road with a band, Trumbull soon saw that in general, the men she was exposed to weren’t that different from those boys at Roosevelt. “They talked about groupies the way high school boys would talk about girls. Hugh told me that if I was going to be part of this rock and roll world, I couldn’t sleep with the promoters or the guys in the band. I needed to respect myself first and then everyone else would respect me too.”When Trumbull returned to Portland she decided that she would introduce herself to the key concert promoters and set herself apart from all the other girls in town that wanted to meet bands. “So I came back to Portland, made appointments with the three big promoters and said, ‘Let’s just be honest here. There are lots of girls that will sleep with you or blow you to get into a concert, but this isn’t about that. I am bringing something different to you. Girls who won’t step on any of the cords, get in your way, pass out or throw up and most importantly, won’t kiss and tell. Think of us as Ambassadors. We represent Oregon and we ARE the Beaver State!’ Of course we were all under age; no one ever said anything about that.”
