Ruth Coppola of Valley Stream recalls meeting her husband, Stan.
One Sunday night in November 1967, my girlfriends and I were on the dance floor at Pep McGuire’s on Queens Boulevard in Kew Gardens, Queens. We loved to dance, and this was our favorite spot.
During a break in the dancing, a guy came over to me and introduced himself. His name was Stan Coppola. I told him my name was Ruth Fehr. He wasn’t a regular at McGuire’s.
I tried to ignore him so I could get back to my friends, who were dancing again, but he kept talking. He talked a mile a minute. I was quiet and a little shy. I didn’t want to seem rude.
At one point I suggested we dance. Stan said he didn’t dance! So, the rest of the night we sat and talked — or rather Stan did. He was very funny, though, and kept me laughing all evening.
We were both 22 and lived in Ozone Park, Queens. I was working as a secretary for a company in the Chrysler Building in Manhattan. Stan worked for a mattress company in Brooklyn. He asked me for my phone number and, much to my surprise, I gave it to him.
He called the next day. Again he talked and talked, and he asked me for a date. I turned him down, explaining that I had just ended a relationship and didn’t want to start dating again. He called the next day and asked again. Again, I said no. This went on for two weeks. He was a very nice guy and, finally, I accepted his invitation for a date.
We went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner and afterward saw the movie, “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner,” at the former Loew’s Valencia Theatre in Jamaica, Queens. We discovered we had been born two days apart in June 1944 at Kings County Hospital in East Flatbush. He still claims I robbed the cradle since I’m two days older.
Stan proposed to me a month later, and we married on Aug. 31, 1968, at First Methodist Church in Richmond Hill. The photographer was taking photos at my house before the ceremony. When he got to the church he realized he had left the camera case behind and went back to get it. When he returned to the church, the ceremony was over. Stan and I, along with the minister and our guests, posed for a re-creation of the major points of the wedding.
Then everyone went to Queens Terrace in Woodside for our reception. Our honeymoon was at Cove Haven in the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania.
We first lived in Maspeth, Queens, before buying a house in 1974 in Elmont. In 2011 we moved to Valley Stream.
Stan worked for the New York City Transit Authority, retiring in 2006 as a car inspector after 26 years. I also retired in 2006 after 22 years as a clerk for the U.S. Post Office in New Hyde Park.
We have a daughter, a son, a daughter-in-law and three grandchildren. We are very proud of this bunch and feel very blessed.
Our children gave us a beautiful 50th anniversary dinner at Filomena’s in Franklin Square with 23 close family members attending. The next day my sister and brother-in-law accompanied us to Orlando, Florida, for a few days before we all took a cruise ship from Miami to the Bahamas. We love to cruise and will travel at the drop of a hat.
Stan and I work good together. The older we get, the more we are there for each other.