Ted Roberts – The Scribbler on the Roof

The world from my cat’s point of view

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

Why do we Jews have less pets than our Christian neighbors? Maybe this explains it. The cat talks: “What do they expect from me? I caught three mice last week. Of course, since mama died two weeks after I was born, I...
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Heaven, do we believe?

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

I saw my first daffodil a couple of weeks back. First the green shoots exploring a newly bright world. Tentative at first, then a few more. And evidently they decided it beat being buried in the dirt so they celebrated with a...
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Evolution of Grandparents

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

As I look back at my grandparents, I’m filled with wonder. Now, I’m a grandparent, too. And by the way, we never called them Bubbe or Zayde. It wasn’t cool then. Only today, for some reason, I don’t understand.

And they showed...
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A supermom gives a moral for Mother’s Day

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

Mothers, raising kids is no picnic. That is not news. Besieged parents need all the help they can get. So let me suggest we might benefit from a counseling session with a 17th century matron – a prodigious mother named Gluckel of...
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Revert to dirt – no way!

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

He knows not of Spring. So, tell him what warm winds bring. Like peaches and plums, apples and figs. They’ll soon reappear with birds on the wing. Please explain to him about Spring.

The white blossoms of the pear tree...
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Genetically, I’m just a shepherd boy

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

I guess I don’t have a green thumb – I think it’s black. I put out thirty dollars and three hours of work for petunias and three weeks later they’re as dead as King Nebuchadnezzar (who can spell his name – right?)....
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The Golden Age of Parenting

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

Way back when, at the pink dawn of the 20th century, there began a Golden Age of Parenthood that survived until the Sixties. Unruly kids were rare. The great bustling world outside of the home echoed the speeches of Mama and Papa....
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Is Valentine a Jewish name?

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

My rabbi, a man of learning and strict interpretations of Jewish guidelines, is aware of my propensity to make new Jewish holidays. “Ted, Valentine’s Day is not a Jewish holiday – never was, never will be.”

Well, he’s the...
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Adolph Hitler and Miss Smith’s People

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

Miss Smith, my third grade teacher, stood facing the class with her arm around my shoulders. She looked out to her students, her eyes focused above them. I looked down. I had just finished reciting a poem to the class and before...
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Our Chumash: Teller of Truth

By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF

I tell you what I like about our Chumash. It’s so credible the characters are not masqueraded. It’s like the guy selling you the used car who shows you that small dent in the fender. Or tells you the battery is four...
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