*All In The Family* was one of the greatest shows ever, and I believe its lessons are still relevant today. It made several actors famous – and Sally Struthers was one of them.
Today, the beautiful woman with her iconic blonde hair looks quite different – but she’s still working in the industry…
**A Precocious Talent**
For many of us, Sally Struthers will always be remembered for her role as Gloria Stivic in the ’70s sitcom *All In The Family*. The iconic show was about a working-class white family living in Queens, New York, and it received an incredible 73 award nominations and won 42 times during its run.
However, I wonder if people born after the show ended can really understand how groundbreaking it was. There had been funny sitcoms before, but they rarely addressed social issues and taboos. *All In The Family* took many of these topics and made them funny, heartbreaking, or sometimes both.
Watching old episodes of the show on YouTube really makes you feel young again. It makes you laugh and helps you forget about today’s problems. Many of the issues back then are still the same ones we face today, just presented in a comical way.
The main characters in *All In The Family* are Archie Bunker (Carroll O’Connor), Edith Bunker (Jean Stapleton), Gloria Bunker-Stivic (Sally Struthers), Michael Stivic (Rob Reiner), and Stephanie Mills (Danielle Brisebois). They all had great chemistry together.
In my opinion, Sally Struthers was very talented and often underrated as an actress. She even sang in some episodes of *All In The Family*, and I could see how she grew as a performer throughout the series.
“At first, I behaved like an idiot on the set. I thought that was how to get people to like me. I’ve learned to be myself, and now they respect me,” she told *Longview Daily News* in 1973.
When the series premiered in January 1971, Sally was a 22-year-old unknown with little TV experience. Producer Norman Lear, who Sally called the “father of us all,” discovered her while she was dancing on *The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour*.
Despite her lack of experience, Sally did a fantastic job, just like the rest of the cast. Six months after the premiere, she was a certified star as *All In The Family* became the No. 1 show on television.
At the peak of her fame, she could hardly walk outside or go to dinner without being swarmed by fans. For an innocent 22-year-old, it was a very challenging experience.
During the first seasons of the show, Sally was happy playing Gloria Stivic. However, she was rarely given a chance to fully develop her character or showcase her acting skills. During a break from *All In The Family*, she told producers that she wanted to try a more dramatic role.
“When we go on hiatus, I want to do something different,” she said.
“There are so many ways to represent a woman. I would like to play a murderess, an unwed mother, a nun, and an old Jewish mother. At the end of my career, I’d like people to say that I am as funny as Judy Holliday and as respected as Ruth Gordon.”
Unfortunately, typecasting can hurt a career – how often do we see someone become famous from an iconic show, only to struggle afterward?
Sadly, that was somewhat true for Sally.
She won two Emmy Awards for her role as Gloria and was given leading parts in a few other shows after leaving *All In The Family*. But the reality was that she didn’t receive many offers, and work soon began to slow down for her.
In the 1990s, Sally was a semi-regular panelist on the game show *Match Game*. Others might recognize her as Babette Dell in *Gilmore Girls*.
Today, she has been a regular at the Ogunquit Playhouse since the early 2000s. This regional theater is located in Ogunquit, Maine, and produces four or more shows each season.
In 2022, she starred alongside AJ Holmes as Frau Blucher in Mel Brooks’ *Young Frankenstein* at La Mirada Theatre for the Performing Arts.
The *All In The Family* star has also worked hard to advocate for impoverished children in developing countries. Sally has been a spokesperson for the Christian Children’s Fund for many years and has appeared in their well-known TV commercials.
**Sally Struthers’ Daughter**
Many might not know this, but Sally is a mother of one, even though she never really wanted a child at first. After meeting famous psychiatrist William C. Rader, she changed her mind. The couple married in 1977, and two years later, they welcomed a daughter named Samantha.
Over the years, Sally has had her ups and downs. She lost her mother to Alzheimer’s in 1996; her mother passed away in Sally’s arms just two days before Christmas. Sally has also faced mean comments about her looks and weight over the years, mostly from random people on social media.
But the actress has handled all these challenges with charm, integrity, and a sense of humor.
“From the time I was able to walk and say a few words, my whole aim in life was to make people laugh,” she told *Spectrum News* in 2022.
“And when I hear other people laugh, and I know that some silly face I’ve made or some line reading has made them double over, I’m transported to heaven. That’s my thing. Laughter.”
I Woke up in the Middle of Christmas Night and Noticed That My 9-Year-Old Daughter Was Gone, Along with My Car Keys
When I opened my eyes in the middle of Christmas night, an eerie quiet filled the house. I peeked into Mya’s room, expecting to see her sound asleep, but her bed was empty. And then I noticed my car keys were missing.
I’ve always thought I had the perfect little family. You know, the kind you see in those Hallmark Christmas movies.
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My husband Hayden still leaves me silly love notes in my coffee mug after 12 years together. And our daughter Mya’s curiosity and kindness make my heart swell every single day.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened this Christmas Eve.
Every year since Mya was born, I’ve tried to make Christmas extra special for her. When she was five, I transformed our living room into a winter wonderland, complete with fake snow and tiny twinkling lights.
Her eyes lit up brighter than our Christmas tree.
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Last year, I organized a neighborhood carol singing event where Mya got to lead “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” It’s her favorite song.
She was so happy after the event and gave me the biggest hug.
“Mommy,” she said, looking into my eyes. “This is the best Christmas ever! Thank you for everything you did!”
“I love you, my baby,” I said, hugging her back.
I wish I could make my little girl understand that she’s the center of my world and that I’d do everything to make her feel special.
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Mya’s super intelligent, but what really gets me is her endless questions about Christmas.
Just last week, as we were decorating our tree, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
“Mom, how do Santa’s reindeer fly for so long without getting tired?” she asked, carefully hanging a sparkly ornament.
“Well, sweetie, they’re magical reindeer,” I explained, helping her reach a higher branch. “They’re specially trained for their big night.”
“But don’t they need rest? Even magical reindeer must get sleepy,” she persisted, her forehead wrinkled in concern.
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“I suppose they might get a little tired,” I said, adjusting a crooked candy cane. “But Santa takes good care of them.”
“Does he give them special food?” Mya asked, pausing with another ornament in her hand. “Like super-power snacks or something?”
I smiled at her imagination. “I’m sure he feeds them well. What would you give them if you could?”
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“Hmm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe sandwiches? I mean, carrots are good, but they need more energy to fly around the entire world. And they should have choices too, just like how daddy likes turkey sandwiches but you like chicken.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you to consider what each reindeer might like,” I said. “Now, should we put the star on top?”
“Yes!” she squealed, instantly distracted by the prospect of her favorite tree-decorating tradition.
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Just a few days ago, we went Christmas shopping at the mall. Mya was absolutely mesmerized by all the decorations. I watched as her neck craned back to take in all the twinkling lights and garlands.
“Mom! Mom! Can we take a picture with Santa?” she bounced excitedly, pointing at the elaborate Santa’s workshop display.
“Of course, baby,” I laughed as I pulled out my phone.
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“Santa, do your reindeer like carrots?” she asked the mall Santa after taking their photo. “Because I was thinking maybe you should feed them sandwiches for more energy. My mom makes yummy chicken sandwiches!”
I smiled at her thoughtfulness, not knowing how significant that question would become.
This year, I’d planned something really special. I thought Mya would love to see the Nutcracker ballet, so I bought three tickets for us.
I’d wrapped them in gold paper and tucked them safely under the tree. I couldn’t wait to see the bright smile on her face when she opened them on Christmas morning.
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Christmas Eve started perfectly.
Our neighborhood looked like a greeting card, with every house outlined in twinkling lights. Ours was especially festive, with icicle lights dripping from the gutters and our giant inflatable snowman waving to passersby.
“Why do we put up so many lights, Mom?” Mya asked as we stood in our driveway admiring our handiwork.
“Well, honey,” I began, “it’s to help guide Santa to all the houses. Plus, doesn’t it make everything feel magical?”
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“It’s like the stars came down to live in our neighborhood!” she giggled, twirling in her red Christmas dress.
Dinner was perfect too. We had honey-glazed ham, creamy mashed potatoes, and Hayden’s famous green bean casserole.
Mya could barely sit still, picking at her food with excited energy.
“Can we please open just one present tonight?” she begged, giving us her best puppy dog eyes.
“You know the rules, sweetie,” Hayden said with a smile. “All presents wait until Christmas morning.”
“But I don’t feel sleepy! I want to open the gifts!” she protested, though her yawn gave her away.
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“The sooner you go to bed, the sooner morning will come,” I reminded her, using the same line my mother used on me.
We tucked her in around eight after she’d brushed her teeth and put on her favorite Rudolph pajamas. She hugged me extra tight.
“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”
I had no idea then how right she would be, just not in the way I expected.
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I went to bed shortly after she slept, but suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 2 a.m.
Why does my mouth feel so dry? I thought. I guess I didn’t drink enough water today.
Feeling thirsty, I rose from my bed and started walking toward the kitchen. On my way, I noticed Mya’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.
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This was unusual because I had closed it shut, and she never woke up in the middle of the night. As I reached for the doorknob to close the door, my gaze landed on Mya’s bed. It was empty.
My heart started racing.
“Mya?” I called out as I walked toward her bathroom. “Mya, are you in there?”
But the bathroom lights were off. I still opened and checked inside but my daughter wasn’t there.
I rushed from one room to the other, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
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I quickly headed back to our bedroom as my heart pounded inside my chest.
“Hayden!” I shouted. “Hayden, wake up! Mya’s gone! She’s not in her bed.”
“What?” he woke up, rubbing his eyes. “Have you checked everywhere? I’m sure she must be around here somewhere.”
“She’s not here, Hayden,” I said as tears trickled down my cheeks. “I’ve checked every room!”
He quickly left the bed and searched for her around the house.
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As we were looking for her, I reached the front door and realized my car keys were missing from their usual spot. I was about to call the cops at that point when Hayden found something.
“Honey, look!” he called out. “There’s a note under the tree.”
I walked over, and tears filled my eyes as I started reading Mya’s carefully written letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I know you and your reindeer have a very hard time on Christmas night. It must be so difficult to visit every child in the world and bring them a gift. I think your reindeer must be very tired, so I thought I’d help.
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When you come to my house with the games I asked for, please go to the abandoned house across the street so your reindeer can rest there. I brought them warm clothes and blankets so they could take a nap.
I also brought some sandwiches for them. Mom made these for me and kept them in the fridge. I’ve also made some vegetable sandwiches in case your reindeer don’t like the chicken ones.
You’ll also find Mom’s car keys there. You can use the car in case the reindeer feel tired and you still have to deliver more gifts.
Just return the keys before dawn, please!
Tears streamed down my face as I read the note. I also felt relieved knowing my car keys were with her.
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Without a word to Hayden, I grabbed my coat and hurried across the street to the abandoned house. There, hidden behind some bushes, was my little girl, wrapped in her winter coat and clutching a bag of sandwiches.
I knelt beside her, my voice soft. “Mya, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for Santa, Mom!” she said. “I wanted his reindeer to rest before they went to other houses.”
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I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with pride and love. I hugged her tightly and whispered, “Let’s go home, my little helper.”
I quietly helped her gather her things and brought her home, pretending I’d never seen her note. Some Christmas magic deserves to stay magical, doesn’t it?
The next morning, we gathered around the tree as usual. Mya’s eyes grew wide when she spotted a new note propped against her gift.
“Look!” she squealed, carefully unfolding it.
Hayden and I exchanged a knowing look. We were glad she found the note we had placed for her.
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It read, Hello, Mya! Thank you for your thoughtful note. My reindeer are indeed grateful for the blankets and sandwiches, especially Vixen. I returned your mom’s car just like you asked. You’re a wonderful girl and you’ve made this Christmas magical. – Santa
Mya’s face glowed with joy as she hugged the note to her chest.
“Mom! Dad! Santa used the blankets! And Vixen ate my sandwiches!”
I pulled her into my arms, breathing in her sweet, little-girl scent.
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Sometimes the best Christmas gifts aren’t those wrapped in pretty paper. They’re the moments that remind us of the pure and innocent love in our children’s hearts.
That Christmas morning, as I watched Mya excitedly open her Nutcracker tickets, I realized that while I’d always tried to make Christmas magical for her, she’d managed to make it even more magical for us.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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