Raquel Welch is truly one of the most beautiful women to ever grace this planet. However, with all the attention on her looks and acting career, many people haven’t heard her speak from the heart.
That’s why, when I found her appearance on *The Dick Cavett Show*, I noticed something surprising…
First, let’s appreciate just how stunning and elegant Raquel Welch was in the early 1970s. She had no hair extensions, no Botox, and her natural hair color, without a tattoo in sight. She had a full figure, an intriguing personality, and a sharp mind. In my opinion, Welch is one of the most beautiful women to ever appear on screen.
### Underrated Genius
In a captivating 1972 interview on *The Dick Cavett Show*, Welch’s timeless beauty and elegance were clear. At about 32 years old, she radiated charm as she settled into the chair across from Dick Cavett.
The American television host, who ran *The Dick Cavett Show* from 1968 to 1988, was a skilled interviewer. He interviewed many famous film directors like Welles, Hitchcock, De Palma, and Scorsese, making each interview feel like a lesson in film.
Cavett had a talent for making his guests feel comfortable, drawing out engaging and thoughtful conversations. This interview showed Raquel in a way many had never seen — beyond her famous looks, revealing things I didn’t know about her.
### Broke Her Wrist
Welch’s appearance on *The Dick Cavett Show* was partly to promote her latest film, *Kansas City Bomber*.
In the movie, she played roller derby skater K.C. Carr — a woman trying to balance her desire for a happy personal life with her dreams of success.
The film featured many intense scenes from the matches, and according to Raquel, she performed most of her own stunts, which took a toll on her.
Raquel explained that she had to learn how to skate from the ground up for the role. The professional skaters in the film used a track with banked turns at a 45-degree angle, which made it even more difficult.
One day while practicing, she broke her wrist, causing the production to delay filming for about eight weeks.
“I had a lot of aches and pains for a long time,” Welch admitted.
### Recognize the Dress?
Those with sharp eyes might remember Welch’s stunning blue dress from her interview with Cavett. It was the same iconic gown she wore to the Oscars just a few months earlier. Talk about a fashion statement!
Raquel was ahead of her time in recycling outfits, and her Oscars gown wasn’t the only piece she repurposed. The beautiful dress she wore to the premiere of *The Godfather* was also the same one she wore at Elizabeth Taylor’s 40th birthday celebration in Budapest back in 1972.
Who knew Raquel was such a trendsetter long before it became a popular term?
By the way, did you know that Welch’s wardrobe for public events was very different from her personal style? People always expected her to maintain her glamorous image, and she did so perfectly. However, when she wasn’t on the red carpet, Welch preferred simple pantsuits and comfortable clothing.
### Humorous Anecdote
For decades, Welch has been known as a sex symbol, with a lot of focus on her beautiful body. Yet, few people have had the chance to hear her talk openly, especially on serious topics that show her depth beyond her famous image.
During her time on *The Dick Cavett Show*, the *One Million Years B.C.* star discussed the difference between her glamorous on-screen persona and her real-life experiences. The conversation included her public image and the expectations placed on her as a female actress in a male-dominated sport.
Raquel shared a funny story from her experience promoting *Kansas City Bomber*, recalling an interesting press conference with sports writers.
“I had a really interesting press conference when I first came into town to promote the film with all the sports writers. They said, ‘You know, you’re a nice-sized lady and all that, but you’re not exactly what I expected.’ I replied, ‘I know I always seem to disappoint people if I walk in the door and the door hinges don’t splinter off, like I should come in with a machete or something.’”
Some people who saw her in person were surprised by her size—she is only 5 feet 5½ inches tall with a small-boned frame, elegantly complemented by broad shoulders and beautiful olive skin.
Dick Cavett then adds, “I know people walked in and looked at you, and their reaction was, ‘There’s an attractive woman.’ But many didn’t realize it was you, even though they had seen you on screen.”
### “Downright Intoxicating”
Many viewers who watched the interview later (available on YouTube) have commented on Raquel Welch’s lovely voice. It seems some have forgotten about it because of the strong focus on her stunning images and posters over the years.
One YouTube user commented, “She becomes even more attractive when she speaks, downright intoxicating!”
Another commenter added, “I love the way she speaks; there is something unique and also time-stamped about it.”
Another viewer noted, “Raquel was not only stunning to look at; she had a wonderful voice and a captivating way of speaking.”
This detail shows that Raquel’s appeal went beyond just her looks; her voice added a special charm that still resonates with audiences today.
She was very articulate and well-spoken!
### Why Was Raquel Welch So Down-to-Earth?
Raquel Welch, who got her first name from a grandmother in Bolivia and her last name from a teenage marriage, described herself as a product of middle-class America.
She never forgot her roots and always stayed connected to the part of society that wasn’t filled with the glitz and glamour of Hollywood.
“I’m practical, but I also have dreams of how things ideally should be,” she once said.
In her private life, Welch was often seen in comfortable, loose-fitting sweaters and classic blue jeans, with just a touch of eye makeup. Even with her great fame, she had a sweetness and gentleness that made her feel easy to approach.
During her interview with Dick Cavett, Welch seemed very sweet, gentle, and down-to-earth.
### Suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease
Welch was truly one of the most beautiful women to ever appear on screen. Not even Kim Kardashian, with all her surgeries, could compare to her beauty.
Raquel was something special, and we should be thankful to have experienced her brilliance. Sadly, she passed away from cardiac arrest on February 15, 2023, at her home in Los Angeles, at the age of 82. At the time of her death, she was also battling Alzheimer’s disease.
Let’s remember this amazing woman through her wonderful interview with Dick Cavett — a moment when Raquel Welch was at the peak of her career. Share this story if you also admired Raquel Welch!
I discovered that my son’s nanny had been secretly taking him to an abandoned basement every day — what I found there left me in shock
A few weeks ago, I started noticing something wasn’t right. Every day after I came home from the hospital, Liam would look exhausted. And not just the normal kind of tired; he seemed drained, distant.
His eyes were heavy, his usual energy completely gone. Worse, he looked scared. Every time I asked him what was wrong, he’d just shrug and say, “I’m fine, Mom.”
But I knew better. “Liam, honey, are you sure? You don’t seem yourself. Is something going on at school?”
“No, Mom. Everything’s fine.” He’d try to force a smile, but I could see through it. Something wasn’t right.
I asked Grace, our nanny, if she had noticed anything. She had been helping me out for nearly a year, watching Liam after school when my shifts ran long.
“Oh, he’s probably just tired from school,” she said casually. “You know how kids are—always a little moody. Plus, I don’t let him watch too much TV, so he might be sulking about that.”
I wanted to believe her, but the worry in my gut kept growing. Liam wasn’t a moody kid, and I knew when something was off with him. I just couldn’t figure out what.
I tried to brush it off as me being paranoid and overthinking things like I sometimes do. But every day, Liam seemed to retreat further. It was like something was bothering him and it was eating at me.
One evening, after I tucked Liam into bed, I found myself staring at the security camera footage. We had a couple of cameras around the house for safety reasons, but Grace didn’t know about them. I hesitated at first, feeling guilty, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
When I watched the footage, my heart sank. Every day, around lunchtime, Grace would take Liam out of the house. She always told me they stayed in, but the cameras told a different story.
They were gone for hours, and when they returned, Liam looked dirty, tired, and distant. Once, I even saw Grace wipe him down before I got home, like she was hiding something.
I watched as she placed a finger to her lips and made a “shush” motion toward Liam. My hands tightened around my phone. What was going on? Where was she taking him?
By the fourth day of watching this play out, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know the truth. I took a personal day from work, telling my boss I’d be late, and parked down the street, waiting for Grace and Liam to leave.
Just as I had expected, around noon, they slipped out of the house and walked down the street. I followed them at a distance, my heart racing. They turned down an alley I hadn’t noticed before, and at the end of it stood an old, run-down building.
Grace unlocked a rusty door, and they both disappeared inside.
I hesitated for a moment, fear gnawing at me. But I had to know what was going on. I crept closer, my hands trembling as I pulled out my phone and hit record. The door creaked open slightly, and I slipped inside, my footsteps barely audible.
The air was damp and musty. It smelled like a place forgotten by time. I saw a set of stairs leading down into what looked like a basement, and my stomach twisted in knots. What was Grace doing with my son down here?
I waited a few minutes, then crept closer. The door was slightly ajar, so I slipped inside, barely breathing. The place smelled musty, like old, forgotten things. I could hear muffled voices from below. I descended the dusty stairs, careful not to make a sound.
And then… I froze.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. But what I found wasn’t what I expected at all.
The basement that I’d imagined as cold, dingy, and sinister wasn’t. Instead, it was a large, brightly lit room. The walls were freshly painted in a soft olive green — my favorite color.
I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing. Along the walls were shelves lined with fabric, thread, buttons, and ribbons, neatly organized. There was a small wooden desk in the corner covered with sewing patterns carefully laid out.
“What…?” I breathed, completely at a loss for words.
I hadn’t noticed Liam yet, but when I looked up, there he was, standing next to a giant cardboard box in the middle of the room. His eyes went wide when he saw me.
“Mom!” he gasped, frozen in place.
Grace, who had been folding fabric at the desk, dropped the cloth she was holding and stared at me, just as startled. For a few seconds, none of us said anything. I couldn’t make sense of the scene in front of me. All the fear, all the suspicion — it melted into confusion.
“What is this?” I stammered, my voice shaky. “What’s going on here?”
Liam glanced nervously at Grace, then back at me, biting his lip like he always did when he was anxious. He took a small step forward. “I… I was trying to surprise you, Mom.”
“Surprise me?” I repeated, looking around the room. None of this was making sense. “Why—what is all this?”
Liam shifted from foot to foot, his small hands clasped in front of him. “I found your old diary, the one from when you were a kid,” he said softly.
“You wrote in there about how you wanted to be a seamstress… how you wanted to design clothes and have your own brand.”
I felt a sudden tightness in my chest. That diary. I hadn’t thought about it in years. I could barely remember writing in it, let alone the dreams I had poured into its pages.
Liam continued, his voice growing even quieter. “But you said your parents pressured you to become a doctor instead, and it made you really sad.”
I felt my breath catch. I’d buried those feelings so deep that I had almost forgotten they ever existed. And here was my son, reminding me of a dream I’d long since given up.
Liam’s eyes filled with worry as he looked at me. “I just—I just wanted to make you happy, Mom.” His voice cracked a little, and he swallowed hard. “So, I asked Grace if she could help me build you a place to sew. We’ve been coming here after school every day to work on it.”
I stared at him, my heart full but aching all at once. “Liam…” I whispered, barely able to speak.
“We saved up,” he added quickly, pointing to the big cardboard box. “We got you something special.”
I glanced at Grace, who was now standing beside him, her hands clasped in front of her. She smiled, a bit sheepishly, but there was warmth in her eyes.
“He used all the money he saved from birthdays,” she explained softly. “We found a thrift store with a sewing machine that was in great condition. It turned into a little project for us.”
A sewing machine? My heart felt like it might burst. I slowly sank to my knees, my hands trembling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You did all this for me?” I whispered, looking up at Liam. Tears were already spilling down my cheeks.
Liam’s eyes filled with worry. “Mom, are you okay?”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod. He rushed to me, wrapping his little arms around my neck and holding me tight. I hugged him back just as fiercely, my tears falling freely now. My sweet boy. My beautiful, thoughtful, loving boy.
Grace walked over and quietly lifted the cardboard box. Beneath it was a shiny, modern sewing machine. I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. It wasn’t just some old thing from a thrift store — it was practically brand new.
“We wanted to surprise you, but I guess we didn’t plan on you finding out like this,” Grace said with a soft chuckle.
Liam pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “I just wanted to make your dreams come true, Mom,” he whispered. “Like you always do with mine.”
His words hit me like a wave, and I broke down, sobbing harder than I had in years. Not out of sadness, but out of pure, overwhelming love and gratitude.
I had spent so long thinking that part of my life was over, that I had missed my chance. But here was my son, this little boy with a heart bigger than I ever realized, bringing that dream back to life for me.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered through my tears. “Liam, you… you’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”
Liam smiled, his own eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I just want you to be happy, Mom.”
I pulled him into my arms again, holding him close, as if I could protect this moment forever. The room, once an old forgotten basement, was now filled with light, hope, and love.
And all because my little boy believed in me, even when I had stopped believing in myself.
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