This glamorous TV star has had a life filled with ups and downs, including a successful career, a famous divorce, and finding love again in her 60s. Let’s take a closer look at her journey and stunning change over the years.
This well-known television star first caught the public’s eye in the late 1970s with her breakout role as the stylish and clever secretary Jennifer Marlowe on “WKRP in Cincinnati.” Her mix of beauty and great comedic timing made her an instant hit, but her rise to fame didn’t happen overnight. Before she became the blonde bombshell known by millions, she had a simple upbringing in Saint Paul, Minnesota.
Born in 1945 to a chemist father, she had jet-black hair as a child. She studied art at the University of Minnesota, but her stunning looks helped her win spots in beauty pageants, even finishing as a runner-up in the Miss Minnesota contest in 1964.
Her early life was marked by challenges, including a marriage and divorce before she turned 21. She took on a teaching job to support herself and her daughter while finishing her college degree.
She grew interested in acting through local theater productions, performing in plays like “Fiddler on the Roof,” “Born Yesterday,” and “The Threepenny Opera.” Determined to pursue acting more seriously, she and her second husband, actor Ross Bickell, moved to Los Angeles in the mid-1970s.
After landing small roles in popular shows like “S.W.A.T.” and “The Bob Newhart Show,” her career began to grow. However, her choice to dye her hair blonde truly pushed her into the spotlight.
In 1978, she got her role on “WKRP in Cincinnati,” earning two Emmy nominations. While she was doing well professionally, her second marriage ended in 1981, partly due to the pressures of her rising fame.
Her success on “WKRP in Cincinnati” opened doors for more roles, leading her to portray real-life Hollywood figures like Jayne Mansfield in “The Jayne Mansfield Story” and Thelma Todd in “White Hot: The Mysterious Murder of Thelma Todd.”
Although she showed her dramatic skills, she was often seen as a glamorous Hollywood star. Still, her roles kept her popular and confirmed her status in the television industry.
In the early 1980s, she started a high-profile relationship with Burt Reynolds, one of Hollywood’s biggest stars. They were often seen on red carpets and magazine covers, becoming a glamorous couple. After dating for six years, they married in a small but public ceremony in 1988.
Their wedding took place at Reynolds’ Florida ranch and attracted much media attention, with helicopters overhead and paparazzi waiting outside.
Although their relationship looked perfect to the public, problems arose behind the scenes. Just five years after their wedding, Reynolds served her divorce papers.
Their separation became famous, with tabloids reporting accusations of infidelity, bad parenting, and financial issues. Reynolds claimed she maxed out his credit cards and said she had been unfaithful.
In 1995, she accused Reynolds of being violent. Their divorce was messy and took years to finalize, with their financial ties lingering for over two decades.
Despite the difficult end to their marriage, the actress later looked back on their relationship positively. In an interview after Reynolds died in 2018, she said they reconciled before he passed away.
“We were friends first and friends last. It’s time to move on,” she stated. Their adopted son, Quinton, played a key role in their eventual reconciliation.
“We have this wonderful child together. Having a son was a big event in our lives, and everything revolved around him,” she explained. Their son even brought them together one last time before Reynolds died.
In a final kind gesture, Reynolds took her out to dinner and brought her flowers. She cherished these memories, speaking fondly of her ex-husband’s gentle side.
While her tumultuous relationship with Reynolds was the focus of many headlines in the 1990s, the actress remained committed to her career. She continued to work in television, often appearing in sitcoms and TV movies, although her roles often reflected the glamorous image she built in the 1980s.
In 2008, at 62, she found love again, this time in a quieter setting. She married Bob Flick, a musician and founding member of The Brothers Four, a folk group.
Their relationship had deep roots, as they first met decades earlier at a movie premiere when her career was just beginning. After reconnecting later in life, they wed in a private ceremony attended by close family and friends, including her son.
This beloved figure in Hollywood is none other than Loni Anderson, now 79. Take a look at the actress’s transformation over the years as she embraced life in the spotlight.
My Mother-in-Law Purchased the Perfect Mattress for Me – I Was Horrified When I Discovered Her Real Intentions
Despite her age, Julia was just full of life. She constantly walked in and out of our home, ready to throw herself into our kitchen.
“I just want to feed you guys,” she told me when I asked her to sit down, ready to cook for her instead.
“I don’t have anything else to do besides meet the ladies for drinks,” she chuckled.
It usually ended with us cooking together — Toby coming home to music and laughter echoing in the kitchen.
My parents were across the country because I had moved for college, and ended up settling down here with Toby. And as much as phone and video calls kept me close to my family, at the end of the day, Julia filled the role of a mother — a mother in close proximity anyway.
After three years of being married, Toby and I were trying to have a baby.
“I’m ready if you are,” Toby told me. “I think it’s time now.”
I agreed with Toby. I was ready — I wanted to be a mom.
So, we began trying. And for months, we just couldn’t get pregnant. And the longer we tried, the more reality set in. Maybe we just weren’t meant to have biological children.
“What do you want to do?” I asked Toby. “Keep trying?”
Toby nodded. I knew that he wouldn’t ask me to do anything I didn’t want to do, but I also knew that he desperately wanted to be a father.
So, torn, I turned to my mother-in-law for advice. Julia took me to meet with a wellness coach, she took me for fertility massages, and then, she even bought Toby and I a brand new mattress.
“Maybe your body is just not rested enough,” my mother-in-law said. “Maybe you just need to give your body the best chance possible at this.”
“Do you think that it was a bit unnecessary?” I asked Toby as we got into bed that night, testing out our new mattress.
“Normally, I would have said yes,” Toby admitted. “But maybe there’s something to what Mom said. Our mattress was horrible before. Maybe it will make a difference.”
And it did. Because not even a month later, I discovered that we were pregnant. At first, I didn’t know whether to tell my husband and our family because I was so nervous about everything.
I felt that if I acknowledged the truth, then maybe I was inviting something to happen. But it made no sense — my irrational fear was selfish. Toby needed to know that we were well on our way to being parents.
“Thank goodness,” Toby said, picking me up. “Finally!”
Once we were safe within the second trimester, we told our family — satisfied that our baby’s growth was on track.
And then, before we knew it, our daughter, Maddie, was born.
My mother-in-law took over, caring for the three of us while we navigated the new waters of parenthood. She cooked and cleaned, and took over Maddie’s early morning feeding times.
Julia’s presence made me feel loved, especially because my parents were unable to come over and meet our baby yet.
Until Toby discovered something in our home that changed the way I viewed Julia forever.
Toby and I didn’t mind that Maddie spent the night in our bed – it was just easier for me to feed her through the night. But one night, Maddie had a blow-out, causing our bed to suffer the consequences.
“You sort the baby out,” Toby yawned when I woke him up to Maddie’s drama. “I’ll sort the bed out.”
I picked up my daughter and took her into the bathroom – her blow-out called for a bath, not just a diaper change. Maddie cooed and pressed her gummy hands to my face.
“Sweet girl,” I told her. “You just have to make life difficult for Dad and me, huh?”
Meanwhile, what I didn’t know was that while Toby was stripping our bed, he had uncovered something strange attached to our mattress.
By the time I was done with Maddie, she was almost asleep again. So, I took her to our bedroom, ready to put her into the crib while I helped Toby change the bedding.
“Oh, honey,” he said when he saw me standing in the doorway. “We cannot use this anymore.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, setting Maddie down. “Did she get it into the mattress?”
Toby looked nervous. He had picked up the mattress so that it stood on its side.
“No, it’s not that,” he said.
I was perplexed, watching him struggle with words. “What are you talking about? It’s just a mattress, we’ll clean it–”
“No, Larissa,” he interrupted, his voice rising in panic. “It’s not just a mattress.”
By this point, I was sleep-deprived and slightly annoyed with my husband. Toby was not a man to fumble for his words, and yet, here he was, in the early hours of the morning, too uncertain to change the sheets.
“What?”
“Look what I found,” he said.
Toby handed me a little silk bag. Inside there were various herbs. I hadn’t seen the bag before.
“What is this? Where did you find it?” I asked.
“It was pinned to the mattress. It was under the mattress protector, so I think we just didn’t notice it before.”
“Fine, but what is it for?” I asked, confused and irritable.
“It’s fertility herbs, it has to be!” Toby exclaimed.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Listen, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I do know that my mother believes in old wives’ tales. What if this is one of those tales?”
“She would never do that,” I said. “No way!”
“Then where else did it come from?” Toby asked flatly.
He made us sleep in the guest bedroom – where Julia slept when she stayed over. But of course, I couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t silence my mind.
I looked at Maddie, sleeping in between Toby and me. She was perfect. Sure, we had a difficult time conceiving, but Maddie was our child through and through. She had my hair and Toby’s eyes. She was ours in every sense of the word.
But there was no mistaking the fact that she was born shortly after Julia had gifted us the bed.
Could those herbs have helped with Maddie’s birth? But was that even possible?
I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, the familiar smell of gas hit my nose. Outside, Toby was dousing our mattress. He threw the match on it as I stepped outside the back door.
The mattress went up in flames in an instant – the flames seemed to dance with a fervor that matched the turmoil inside me. I was trying to understand Julia’s motives. She had always been so close to us – to me – so I couldn’t understand why she would keep this away from me.
I didn’t understand the significance of the herbs, but if she had explained it to me, I wouldn’t have felt the paranoia and fear that had settled in my body since Toby’s discovery.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, hearing the fire grow louder.
“We couldn’t keep it, honey. We just couldn’t,” he said.
Toby had a deep fear for anything esoteric – anything that bordered the supernatural was too much for him. He would have rather slept in our car than spent another night in the house with the mattress.
As the mattress burned, I kept an eye on the baby monitor, watching Maddie sleep. The silence between Toby and I was heavy with the uncertainty of what had been going on in our home.
Later, Julia came over to make was breakfast as usual. My husband took the lead, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of betrayal.
“Mom, why didn’t you tell us about the mattress? About the herbs?” he asked.
I poured Julia a cup of tea – despite everything that we had learned, she was still one of my favorite people. I loved her like I loved my mother.
My mother-in-law’s face crumpled, her usual vibrancy replaced by a somber guilt.
“I just wanted to help. I knew that you were having trouble conceiving, and I thought that if it worked, you wouldn’t care how. I never meant to hurt either of you. Especially not my granddaughter.”
“What else did you do? What’s in the bag? Other than the herbs?” Toby’s questions flew hard and fast around our living room.
“Nothing!” Julia exclaimed, finally registering Toby’s fear. “It’s just dried herbs. I can give you a list of them,” she said. “I’ll take you both to the store where I got them from. It’s a sweet little apothecary next to my dentist. It’s a store all about natural wellness.”
“You could have just told us,” I found myself saying. “How we can trust anything you do now? How do we know if our baby is a miracle baby or just an outcome of your herbs?”
“Does that matter?” she asked, her eyes brimming with tears. “Maddie is here and she’s ours.”
I couldn’t exactly argue with that. Of course, Maddie was ours. I was just feeling wounded that Julia had done this and not told me. I also felt obligated to be angry with her – because my husband was livid.
“I’m sorry,” my mother-in-law whispered. “I really am.”
At her words, I felt Toby soften next to me.
“We need to start over, Mom,” he said. “If you plan on doing anything like this again, you have to tell us first. We need to know what’s going on in our own homes.”
Julia nodded and smiled at us. She seemed shaken that we had discovered the truth.
I was confused – there was a part of me that was eternally grateful to her because I know how difficult it was for us to get pregnant. But at the same time, how could sleeping on a bunch of herbs actually help us get pregnant?
Toby spent the rest of the day looking for mattresses online, while Julia baked us a tart for lunch. I just reveled in spending time with my daughter.
What do you think? Do you believe in natural remedies and old wives tales?
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