Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
This time last year, I was looking for an end to a global pandemic, and the beginning of healing—physical, mental, and emotional.
I’ll gather with family and friends, I said. I’ll grieve the ones who won’t join us again. I’ll get a vaccination, I’ll dance in a street. I’ll hope for a world moving forward again.
I was mostly wrong. And surprisingly right.
For Americans, 2021 began with a January of epic highs and lows— three Wednesdays of insurrection, impeachment, and inauguration. With the rest of the country and the world, we watched the President of the United States spout baseless conspiracy theories about what his own appointed officials called the fairest election in history, while calling on supporters to march to the capitol, stand, and fight.
The world watched as rioting supporters broke into the nation’s center of government, screaming their intentions to capture and kill members of Congress. What a civil war hadn’t accomplished, what thousands died to prevent, occurred that day as the Confederate flag, symbol of white supremacy and slavery, flew for the first time in the United States capitol building. A week later, the President was impeached for a record-setting second time.
Then a president who promised healing, and a vice-president who is a woman of color, were inaugurated.
To heal, we must remember. It’s hard sometimes to remember, but that’s how we heal. It’s important to do that as a nation. —Joe Biden.
February saw release of our next India travel memoir, Please Don’t Ask for Extra Glasses, the second book in our series, Your Camels Are Here.
A few months earlier, I had asked for help from Arran residents when my two friends and fellow writers who had hoped to meet up with me on Arran instead were diagnosed with lung cancer. In a (to me) unprecedented outpouring of generosity, my fellow islanders not only sent hundreds of incredible photos, but also filled boxes with gifts representing our little island off the coast of Scotland. After many postponed and changed dates, we ‘met’ at the beginning of March for our virtual Arran visit.
We caught up, we laughed, we remembered. And we made new memories.We ended our visit, each with an Arran wishing squirrel on our wrists. Sadly, Sue passed away soon after, while Mary was still able to manage an actual Arran visit last summer. My wish came true that very day, so now the squirrel on tattered string looped around my wrist reminds that I’m guardian of those memories.
The Hub was offered a year’s appointment in Florence, which sounded like a dream opportunity. Covid had other plans for us, which included spending the year on lockdown, with the art, music, architecture, and food of Florence spread beneath our hilltop rental, so near and so unreachable—especially to Poste Italiane. So it was April before our Christmas presents were finally delivered—just after the Easter ceremony where an artificial dove packed with explosives was sent through a cathedral full of some of the greatest treasures of Western art, setting alight a cart packed with explosives, before finally streaking back through the Cathedral. They do this every year for luck, although personally I think the luck is that they haven’t burned the place to the ground in the thousand or so years of dove flights.
Happy Festa della Mama to me! The beginning and end of May saw me getting the best Mothers’ Day present ever: both vaccinations.
Finally, in June I was fully jabbed (we didn’t know about booster vaccinations yet), and Italy was starting to open up. Obviously, I went for my first haircut in two years and began to explore the mysteries of Florence, searching for those extra balls and missing penises.
In July, after a year inside our rental house in the hills above Florence, lockdown lifted long enough for us to load up the car with the results of my new-found addiction to Deruta pottery, and make a dash for Scotland.
August was a dream-come-true get together with some writer friends as Covid restrictions were ever-so-briefly lifted just before my birthday.
In September when my friend Sharon texted to join her for the upcoming protest about our failing ‘lifeline’ ferries, I knew what I had to do. I made my sign, told the Hub to be ready with bail money, and headed out for a morning spent demonstrating in the pouring rain because…Scotland.
October saw us sneaking in a quick road trip to see the spectacular Victorian Gents toilets at Rothesay Harbour. [Why? What do you do for road trips?] While we were there, we took in the OTT Victorian awesomeness that is Mount Stuart House, home to the Marquess of Bute since the 12th century and one of the greatest treasures of Scotland.
In November we considered the Art of Presidential Turkey Pardoning.
In December I continued my perfect record of NEVER, not once, outguessing that wily Covid virus. Restrictions had lifted, and I quickly booked a trip to visit family and friends in the States. “What a great idea to take a trip across the ocean in the middle of a pandemic,” said nobody ever. Of course, when we finally did make it back to Scotland, our ferry booking was cancelled and the boats stopped sailing on Christmas Eve. And Christmas Day. And Boxing Day…
This has been one of the most difficult years I can remember. Like almost everyone, I’ve lost family and friends to illness, accidents, and a voracious pandemic. I said goodbye to our beloved little dog who has been all over the world with me.
BUT after a pandemic year that saw us in living in Italy, driving across Europe, visiting the (closed) Victorian Gents in the Highlands, and traveling to the western USA, we’ve finally and gratefully made it back to Arran. (I’d like to ask all of you to remind me of this year from travel-hell if I ever decide to go anywhere again. Just try it.)
Mostly, I’d like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to all those who went through 2021 with me—readers, family, friends, and kind strangers—whose cheer and generosity made all the difference. You’re my heroes!
Wishing each of you a safe, peaceful 2022.
Kassandra Lamb said:
2021 was the strangest year ever, with all its ups and downs! Hopefully, 2022 will be saner, but I’m not holding my breath. Happy New Year, Barb!!!
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barbtaub said:
Happy New Year to both of you too! And best wishes for that saner 2022.
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cindy knoke said:
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Rosie Amber said:
We certainly have all faced some great challenges this year. Glad you made it back to Arran. Do I feel another travel post coming our way with your return journey from the States? Happy New Year Barb.
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barbtaub said:
Maybe, but the trip back was strangely uneventful. (When has that stopped me before?) Happy New Year to you too!
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insearchofitall said:
Said no one ever??? My daughter thought it was a good idea to travel to Germany for a month during winter and covid! We are still here hoping to get a clean PCR test and a pilot that is well enough to fly us back to the states. I feel every bit of your year long pain. If 2022 isn’t any better, I’ll cash in my chips. 2021 has definitely been one for the books… or at least blogs. Happier New Year, Barb. And so it is. Where are you going next? 😉
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barbtaub said:
No plans to go anywhere. (Famous last words…)
But there is this week-long street party in Gujarat…
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insearchofitall said:
You are too funny.
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Cathy said:
It certainly has been a year we won’t forget in a hurry. Wishing you a Happy (and hopefully better) 2022.
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barbtaub said:
Actually 2022 is a great time to wish people a better new year. (It would certainly have to work hard to be a worse one…) So wishing you all the best for a peaceful new year.
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Cathy said:
Thanks, Barb 🤗
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TanGental said:
Happy new year Barb
At least it gave you things to moan… sorry write about.
It’s grim about Sue and now Mary as with do.many others.
Keep writing and being… said everyone ever.
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barbtaub said:
And to you too. All the best wishes for a peaceful and happier new year.
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pollymorse said:
It’s been a bumpy ride! I wish a better New Year for all! God bless.
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barbtaub said:
Actually, wishing people a better year than the last is a pretty low bar… But I do wish you and yours a happy and peaceful 2022.
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pollymorse said:
True. I wish you all the best really.
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beth said:
glad you made it through all that with humor and that you shared it all with us in writing. when i read this all together in one place, it sounds so overwhelming, and i’m sure it was
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barbtaub said:
I know! If we have the peaceful, happy, serene new year I’m wishing everyone, I won’t have anything to write about.
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Books & Bonsai said:
Clever man, that Robert Burns…
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barbtaub said:
And as Robbie Burns might say, “Bliadhna Mhath Ùr!” (Happy New Year)
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joylennick said:
There’s something about you,, Barb that evokes thoughts of Queen Boedicca (?) prepared for battle. I can almost hear your battle.cry. No,,it’s not been a good year. for so many people. I lost a sister-in-law and cousin, and two of my dearest old friends., plus several acquaintances,.not to mention on-line friends – the wonderful Sue Vincent and Mary Smith. Sad you saw fabulous Florence in such circumstances…I only visited for a few days, but was enchanted.. .Here’s to a much better 2022. Cheers.
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barbtaub said:
Maybe I should paint my face blue and attack Romans? I feel I could manage the battle cry. I’m so sorry you’ve had a tough year and hope the next is better. (Certainly that’s a low bar for most of us.) But don’t pity me about Florence. I’ve visited on other occasions, and will probably go back some day if this pandemic ever ends.
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quiall said:
I am an unrepentant optimist. Mostly. It might be slipping a little. But I’m thinking good thoughts for 2022! I expect to see you there!
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barbtaub said:
But not TOO good, right? Because then what would I write about?
Okay, I’ll wish for a good 2022 for your sake. Hope it’s a peaceful new year.
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quiall said:
Who was it that said when “You’re good you’re good, when you’re bad you’re better”? I think that fits you to a T!
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Darlene said:
You summed it up in your usual delightfully humorous way. It certainly was not the best year but as my dear old Dad would have said, “It could’ve been worse.” May 2022 be a much kinder year. But most of all, Keep laughing! Love and hugs. xo
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barbtaub said:
I’d like to think I’ll choose laughing, but the past year has really challenged that. So glad we can start with a new year, and all the best wishes for you in 2022.
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amreade said:
Thanks for the retrospective that brought both sadness and laughter, Barb. I’m glad you eventually made it back to Arran. Wishing you and your family a new year that is healthy and filled with love.
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barbtaub said:
All the best to you and your family Amy! Wishing you a peaceful new year.
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JT Twissel said:
I feel like I sleep walked through last year. From the insurrection to the ensuing insanity of the Trumpers and anti-vaxers. Ugh, what a year.
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barbtaub said:
I completely agree. Can’t wait to see 2021 in my rearview mirror.
All the best to you in 2022!
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alexcraigie said:
It’s seemed like a very long year that’s also flown by. I’ve had my spirits raised by all your posts, today included, and wept at Auld Lang Syne.
Here’s to a 2022 where we can feel safe and enjoy each other’s company. Have a joyful, if no less chaotic, year, Barb. xx
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barbtaub said:
Amen to that Alex! Wishing you and yours a healthy, peaceful, and happy 2022.
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Carol said:
I have some hopes for the new year – but they definitely are not shatterproof.
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barbtaub said:
Here’s wishing all your 2022 hopes come true!
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doowopcity said:
Unless the left’s politics of hate suddenly goes away, 2022 won’t be any better.
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barbtaub said:
I think you’re onto something. Just got back from the States, and I’m still reeling by the negativity and hatred from both sides. Let’s all hope we do better in 2022.
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doowopcity said:
nearly all of the hate is coming from one side, the side in power now and accelerating their attack on the Constitution and republic.
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Marilyn Armstrong said:
I still miss Sue and can’t believe she’s gone.
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barbtaub said:
Both Sue and Mary made an enormous impact on people across the world. They are greatly missed.
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alisonewilliams said:
Happy New Year, Barb 🙂 xxx
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barbtaub said:
Happy New Year to you and yours too Alison!
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marysue7 said:
Dear Barbara,
I am wishing you a HAPPY NEW YEAR !
I want to thank you for this blog. I enjoy it quite a bit.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks, Mary. Happy New Year to all of you too.
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Limp Cabbage and Soggy Chips said:
What better way to start a new year than in one of your posts.
Happy New Year Barb.
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barbtaub said:
What a lovely thing to say! I hope 2022 is wonderful for you and yours.
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Patricia Sands said:
Thank you for this recap of your amazing year … with all of your inimitable sharp humour to carry us through the bad stuff. Happy to hear you are safely home again … with all of your gorgeous Italian pottery! Wishing you and yours a safe and kind 2022.
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olganm said:
Well, you got some travel in, more than I can say for myself. It’s been quite a year, Barb, but you made the most of it. Happy to see the end of it also.
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Kiki said:
so sorry to catch up only now. WP has obviously decided (again) to not let me have your posts since sometime in December. As I’m a relative newbie on your blog it took me a while to remark the Arran shaped hole in my heart….
2021 wasn’t all that bad for me, except that it was HORRIBLE in as far as I lost my youngest sister and 2 mo later my mum in law. Both not to Covid. Apart from that we were finally able to sell our beautiful house in France, although for a sum so ridiculous that we won’t ever be able to own a home. We’re happily (scrap that, it’s just We are …) renting a flat in an estate but at least I could phone someone if a serious damage should occur. Silver lining and so on 😉
2022 can only be better for most of us – we just stay positive (not health wise – there it’s a ‘negative’ from me!) and smile a sweet smile in our adversary’s faces.
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