



For more than fifty years, I thought I was painting pictures.
Turns out...I was telling stories.
It just took me a while to realize it.
For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by people, places, and those little moments in life that most of us walk right past. Looking back, I realize every painting I created was really telling a story. I just happened to be using brushes instead of words.
For years I kept saying, "When I retire from art, I'll begin to write."
At the age of seventy-seven, I finally did.
What started as one newspaper column has grown into a wonderful new adventure. Today I write about ordinary life—the kind that makes us laugh, brings tears to our eyes, surprises us when we least expect it, and reminds us that every life is filled with stories worth remembering.
So...welcome.
I'm glad you're here.
Well... where do I begin?



For More Than Fifty Years...
I thought I was painting pictures.
Turns out...
I was telling stories.
Storyteller • Artist • Observer of Life

Not the sort of collections you usually think about.
I collect oddities. Mispronunciations. Funny conversations. Curious objects.
Little moments most people hurry right past without ever noticing.
My family would probably tell you I've never met an interesting story I didn't want to bring home.
For years, one of my favorite collections has been all the wonderfully creative ways people have managed to pronounce—and misspell—my Greek last name. Somewhere in my house is a running list. It grows every year, and it still makes me laugh.
As it turns out, paying attention is a marvelous habit for a writer.
Here's one of my favorite examples...
I Collect Things.
What’s in a name? It does matter!
© Carol Veliotis
I’ll tell you what’s in mine! It’s not complicated, yet people make it difficult! My maiden name was a simple 3 -syllable English name Call-a-way. Loved it ! alas, we were NOT related to the rich Callaways; of Callaway Gardens and Callaway golf! Ski resorts in Colorado? How did that happen??? Hmmm? [ We were the ordinary Callaways]. People always asked us if we were part of those families? Nope. There was a tv show called ‘Those Calloways’, a 1965 Disney film, then a tv show. My name for 27 years was Carol Callaway, sounds alliterative, doesn’t it? Could not stand it when people put an O in there...Calloway. That’s not our way ! Although Cab Calloway surely made a name for himself! Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not vain. However, I am a little vain about my name; just want it to be said correctly. Thus...imagine the obstacles when I married a Greek, and I acquired a 4-syllable surname. it’s such an easy name, not complex like some of the Greek names 4-5-6 syllables ! I was proud of myself when I could pronounce those hefty names with ease, and sound like a local! Hence, Veliotis is a lovely name, and I think of some Spanish-Greek origin? It’s a little different from most Greek names, but I like it. When I married my Greek husband in 1974, we were here visiting my parents, when war broke out in Greece, and if we flew there, he would have been conscripted for 3 years. His father called and dictated ‘STAY THERE’ until this war is over. So, we did, and had a quickie ceremony at the Newton County courthouse, with only a few days to plan the wedding. My cousin from Chattanooga was at the wedding, and she wrote the most amazing toast, based on Keats 1819 poem “Ode to a Grecian urn”. Her romantic poem was “For a Grecian she yearned”, describing our courtship and marriage. Unforgettable…unique ! 12 years later when I divorced him, she surmised “that last name you inherited…awesome for an artist. It was the best thing he ever gave you !”( besides 2 kids). Actually, in Greece the surname is declined. The man/husband is Veliotis, the wife/woman is Velioti, and the children/offspring are Veliotopoula ( the ‘little birds’ of ). Thus, I was Karol Velioti. Plus, because of 400 years of Turkish domination, everybody had nicknames, passed down for generations. [Mine was Vra-hos = strong faithful rock]. It was a secret network of solidarity to evade Turkish spies. I had several friends with 5 and 6 syllable names, which really trips your tongue up, trying to pronounce them, but I learned. Veliotis is pronounced exactly as it is spelled ...[Veh-lee-oh-tis]. When I returned to Georgia, and was teaching art, I simplified it for the students, Ms.V, and to this day, some of my former students still call me miz v. In the 40 years I have lived back here since leaving Greece, I have kept a journal of every single way in which my surname has been botched up. Sometimes I would be paged in a store, and it was so distorted that I did not even recognize it, until I surmised ...maybe that’s me they are paging? Now...bear with me, as I am documenting SOME examples, a few with footnotes. Velarchos, Veltoellis, Veliofis, Veleevlis, Vellitts, Zeliogis, Valleosis, Velachoris, Veiotis, Velatoris, Mr.Carl Belloetis ( yep..Mr.Carl) Veloctic, Neliotis, Veltose, Velilotis, Veloshees, Veolattis (my college), Lioto, Vellateeze (on a trapeze), Valiendios, Volatis, Veliotise, Veliolis, Velioytis, Viliotis, Volteese ( electrical?) Veliotid, Veolettise, Velatwa, Velliolis, Vekliotis, Vantalus (at the hospital), Vellietose, Velkiotis, Valiodoius, Velostes, Veliotisn, Votissimo, Uiliestis, Veriodis, Vealattis, Vellotix, Upviotis, Velions, Vellotas, Carolyn Veletchis (watch out for her!) Velato (thinking gelato?) Velittos,(Fritos?) Vandalosis (a vandal with halitosis?) Veatolis, VelliEYE-tis, Melliotis, Verteotis, Velassatus, Vee-eye-otis, Vellieyeotis, Veloitis, Vigliotta, Veriotitis, Veloris, Velds (welds?), Veliltis, Verdis, Veltisus, Velteelus, Veryotis, Violittis, Vilaotis, Viliotis, Velotia, Williotis, Veolotis, Veeololas, (by a local official), Harold (for Carol) Veolotus, Velsist, Velatois (French?) Veolatus, Voliotis, Leiotis, Veleotis, Velatose, Deliosoic, Vellytis, Veilotis, Veliotix, Velilytis, Veleodus, Veluftos, Veloats,(baby goats?) Veliopis(an eye condition?), Taleo, Viatolis, Velladose, Vitiolis, Veriotis, Vealittus, Verabotis, Velistes, Veliosis, Veliatti, (Italian?) Velentose, Velialis, Carlos Veleetos (he likes Cheetos?), Veellatta, Carl Violets ( a new species?), Velodios, Vileotis, Veldose, Veliotism( a school of thought?), Vedotis, and...you won’t believe it… another 200 ways! filling up pages in my address book, and post-its, too. A few stand-outs…Liviotis, Caril Valiotis, Carol (correct !) Victopia, Vulneotis, Valettros, Zelitoes, Vehlovteeus, Vellarotis, Veladivis, Davelotta, Velasco, Veladivis, Steve ( Carl left?) Vellottis, Velatittis, Velsot, Deliosi, Veyowdis. Yowza! My eyes are crossing, and spellcheck is going nuts ! All 127 underlined in red for spelling. I am Not making this up! Sometimes when people are trying to pronounce it, they hesitantly try, and when they butcher it, I say “WAIT,…LET ME WRITE THAT DOWN.” “Why?” I have to explain that I am keeping a ledger. I say, “it’s pronounced just like it’s spelled”, then they sound it out correctly. Once in a blue moon, someone gets it right on the first try, a rarity! I always thank them, then say I have 300 different ways it has been MISPRONOUNCED. No one believes me ! Sometimes…let’s say...at a hospital or large medical office, a tech will come to the waiting room with a chart in their hand, and attempt to say Veliotis. They stumble once or twice, give up ...and just call out ‘Carol’. That’s me…Carol V!



49 Published Columns...& Counting
Learned to type at age 77.
I'm not finished yet.

Growing Older Isn't the Same Thing as Growing Old.
I don't spend much time worrying about getting older.
I've earned every wrinkle, every scar, every laugh line...and every story.
Some birthdays are loud.
Others arrive quietly and leave you thinking about the miles behind you—and the ones you still hope to travel.
This is one of those stories.
Celebrating Birthdays, Large and Small
© Carol Veliotis
O.K…79-‘and- holding’, that’s kinda big! You know when your young doctor greets you with ‘young lady’ (before giving the bad news). How did I ever get to be 79? I wonder…? How did I live that many years? {by the grace of God?...!!!] I have survived a horse throwing me onto my back, then landing on me (beginning of back troubles). Dangerously driving 120 miles an hour in the family station wagon, because I was mad at my parents. 2 marriages, 2 divorces, a failed business, a copperhead bite at age 75!, family troubles, a disease (Graves ) which is not curable but treatable, being run over by my own 4,000- pound car (broke 15 bones), attacked by a pit bull [stitches at the hospital}, a fire in my home, moving across the world twice, several tragedies, being on welfare, 5 Nerve-wracking court cases( with a travesty of justice rendered on 2 counts), accidents requiring medical intervention, totaled my car, several biopsies and surgeries, ( including a re-do of a botched hysterectomy), a miscarriage, 2 live childbirths, being lied to, stolen from and cheated on, big disappointments, rejection, heartache and loss. Plus, many people I know have died, including 5,now 6 of my closest friends, etc. Ya know …the usual stuff of life! Everyone has their own trials and tribulations. I did read years ago, a nugget from a folk poem “if all our troubles were hung on a line, You would take yours and I would choose mine.” I think Ann Landers? paraphrased it into something (like this) which I remembered… If all of the troubles in the world were hung out on a laundry line, and a big storm blew them all off, all mixed up; you would rather take your own problems back than take up someone else’s. And everyone has problems! no matter who! Birthdays are special days, and they only come once a year! And the decade ones usually have a bigger- than- average party...(Starting at 30)…30,40,50,60,70,80...big round numbers. I know several people who have made it to 100! and past! Do you ignore it? Is it just another day? Or celebrate it? Or dread all those BIG NUMBERS? There are 365 days in a year, so on that very special day on which you entered the world, don’t you think that is a cause for celebration? Even if it is simple. Even if it is just you! And you hope that your birthday does not fall on a major holiday, such as Christmas day, Valentine’s day, Thanksgiving Day, 4th of July, etc. That is… unless you like double-dipping $$$ in holidays. I JUST PREPAID for my cremation… that is an inescapable fact, gonna die one day. That’s a sobering moment! carpe diem baby! or as the Boy Scouts still say, “be prepared.” Therefore, as many days as I have left; I want to use them wisely. I certainly hate wasting time! You are supposed to change the batteries in your smoke detector on your actual birthday, big whoop! But do it! Have you ever had a spectacularly memorable birthday? A really big party? We had a big party on my 64th birthday. Not a big number, but immortalized by the Beatles song which John Lennon wrote for his dad’s 64th birthday…[Will you still love me, need me, when I’m 64? Birthday greeting, bottle of wine]. The 4-piece band had not heard the song, but later it became part of their playlist. On my 50th there was a party with an Atlanta band, complete with spinning disco ball. I had a blast on my 60th birthday, even belly dancing (with a young man) on a sturdy wooden tabletop, and in an 8-foot- circle- ‘ring- of- fire’ on a concrete floor…that was fun! Yes, I channeled Johnny Cash while doing that! And probably singing it, too! There is no big celebrity that I know of born on my birthday...wait, I just found a few. Pierre Curie (radioactivity), Madeline Albright (first female Sec. of State), artist Jasper Johns, several sports figures, but… (Tah-Dah)… Emily Dickinson. Her famous quote about birthdays… “We turn not older with years, but newer every day.” What does that imply? re-invent yourself? Appreciate your wisdom, life experiences? You can’t turn back the clock. Perhaps she meant don’t focus on the days gone by, don’t bemoan them, but instead look forward to the days ahead, and make the most of them? I think she agreed with the ‘carpe diem’ (Roman poet Horace in 23 B.C.) thought. Have you seen the YouTube video of 100 iconic celebrities over the age of 60, who transform into their youth, ‘then and now,’ it’s fascinating. Yet I know/knew 10 (regular) people with the same birthday as mine. Happy birthday to us! In Heaven and on Earth. May 17th is Ronnie @ my church 92nd birthday. He received a special birthday blessing at church from our priest, and applause. Our priest announced, “I asked Ronnie what his one special advice of 92 year’s wisdom would be, and he said, “Don’t let go of God.” WOW more applause…awesome lesson! We need God now and always! Thus, on my 79th birthday, I was blessed to have many texts, emails, phone calls (landline and cell), voice mails, cards, flowers, friends, gifts; from family and friends. Several of the greetings were from my college, doctors, insurance agent, dentist; but nevertheless, a nice greeting. It was a great day, as my cousin Libby wrote “one more trip around the sun.”



Fifteen years on a Greek island.
Some journeys change where you live. Others change how you see.

Before You Go...
If you've smiled once or twice...
If one of these stories reminded you of someone you love...
Or of a place you haven't thought about in years...
...then perhaps we've accomplished what stories are supposed to do.
Three different people—including a literature professor and a Georgia Author of the Year—have told me my writing reminds them a little of Lewis Grizzard.
I took that as one of the nicest compliments I've ever received.
Not because I wanted to write like Lewis...
But because I hoped my stories might make people stop for a moment, smile, remember...and maybe see ordinary life a little differently.
Where to Find More Stories
I've been fortunate to have many of these stories published in The Covington News. If you enjoy hometown newspapers as much as I do, I hope you'll spend a little time with them. They still have a wonderful way of bringing communities together.
Read Carol's latest columns in The Covington News →
So here's my parting thought...
Pay attention.
The best stories rarely announce themselves. They're hiding in ordinary Tuesdays...
In family dinners...
In names that nobody can pronounce...
In birthdays...In old books...And sometimes...
They're waiting seventy-seven years for someone
to write them down.
So...Go collect a few stories of your own.
I have a feeling they're already looking for you.
Blessings,

There's Always Another Story...
I'm working on my first collection of stories, and every now and then another one finds me.
If you'd like to know when a new story arrives—or when the book is finally ready—I'd love to keep you posted.

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