THEODORE “TED” ROBERTS was a humorist and writer, who lived in the Deep South of Huntsville, Alabama and wove stories based on his lifelong love of Judaism. Roberts’ collection of columns that ran in the CCJN with his sobriquet “The Scribbler on the Roof,” are archived here in the hopes that reading his homespun brand of Talmud will bring you continued joy and love of Jewish learning and culture. Roberts, 89, died on March 2, 2020 and was buried in his hometown of Memphis.
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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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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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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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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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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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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By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF
On the High Holydays, having completed our ethical accounting of the past year, some of us are forced to declare bankruptcy. But we promise our celestial creditor that next year there’ll be a heck of a payoff. We’ll do better, we wail to the...
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By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF
“Life is real.
Life is earnest.
And the grave is not the goal.”
– Longfellow
Ah, the High Holidays are ahead of us – facing me – brights on – in the highway of life. To say one “enjoys” them is the...
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By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF
I think G-d has a sense of humor. Pardon me if you think that’s blasphemous, but until I learn more – when I stride through those pearly gates – I’ll stick with that theory.
Let’s take one example. Our Creator, when he...
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By TED ROBERTS, the SCRIBBLER ON THE ROOF
It was just my usual walk around the block. I wasn’t prepared for a moral challenge any more than when Joseph listened in frustration to the soft cooings of Potiphar’s wife. Just my usual walk until suddenly a fig tree lush enough to...
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