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Saturday of Souls: boiled wheat, and a list of names read out loud
Several Saturdays a year, Orthodox families bring a dish of boiled wheat to church with a list of their dead, and the priest reads the names. On koliva, the seed that has to die first, and why it is always a Saturday.Written to last.
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The object at the centre of this observance is a bowl of boiled wheat, and the reasoning behind it is a single verse: unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone, and if it dies it bears much fruit.
Koliva is that verse made edible. Wheat berries are boiled and drained, then mixed with sugar, ground walnuts, cinnamon, raisins, pomegranate seeds, sesame, whatever the region uses. The dish is heaped, smoothed, dusted heavily with icing sugar so the top is white, and frequently decorated: a cross, sometimes the initials of the person it is for, sometimes silver dragées.
It is taken to church, set on a table in front of the congregation, blessed, and afterwards eaten by everybody present.
The day is not arbitrary. Saturday is the day Christ lay in the tomb, between the crucifixion and the resurrection, and the Orthodox calendar therefore treats Saturdays generally as appropriate for commemorating the dead.
Several are set aside specifically. The largest are the Saturday before Meatfare Sunday, at the approach to Great Lent, and the Saturday before Pentecost. Several Saturdays within Lent are also kept, and Serbian, Russian and Romanian practice each add their own.
The Greek name is Psychosavvato, soul Saturday. The Serbian is Zadušnice. The Russian is Roditelskaya subbota, parents' Saturday, which quietly makes the point that this is chiefly about one's own family rather than the dead in general.
Alongside the koliva goes a piece of paper.
Families write out the names of their dead, in the Church's preferred form, given names only, and hand the list to the priest. During the service the names are read: not as a category, not as a general petition for the departed, but individually, out loud, one after another, in front of the congregation.
In a large parish this takes a long time, which is the point. Somebody standing there hears the names of several hundred people they never met, read at the pace of a person reading a list, and then hears their own grandmother's name in the middle of it.
The lists are why Orthodox parishes accumulate registers of the dead going back generations, and why an emigrant family that has lost every other record can sometimes still find its people in a parish book.
The dish does not stay on the table.
Koliva brought for a Saturday of Souls. Each dish belongs to a family and comes with a list of names for the priest to read. Photograph by ΙΣΧΣΝΙΚΑ-888, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons.
After the blessing, the koliva is served to whoever is there. It is passed round in small paper dishes or on plates, eaten standing up in the church hall with coffee, and the correct thing to say to the family that brought it is a wish that God forgive the person it is for.
There is no solemnity about the eating. People talk. Children take second helpings. A dish made as a theological statement about death and resurrection gets consumed at a social occasion with the family of the dead person standing there receiving condolences, which is close to the whole design of Orthodox mourning: nothing is done alone and nothing is done without food.
Koliva is not confined to these Saturdays, and following it around shows how the Orthodox year handles the dead.
It is made for the funeral, and again on the third, ninth and fortieth days, and at the anniversary. It appears at the slava, the Serbian family saint's feast, where it is the first thing a guest is given, which is how a saint's day turns out to be an ancestor observance as well. It is made on 1 March in some places, and for the commemorations after Easter that lead to Radonitsa.
The wheat is the constant. Wherever the Orthodox world marks a death, somebody boils grain.
Two mechanisms, both of them practical.
The first is that the observance requires a written list. Not a feeling, not an intention: a piece of paper with names on it, handed to somebody else, who will read them aloud whether or not the family is having a good year. That converts remembrance into a small annual administrative act, which is the only form of it that reliably survives.
The second is that the list is kept by an institution rather than a household. Parishes have registers. Households have memories and a box in the attic, and only one of those is still legible after two generations.
Greece, Serbia, Russia and Romania all developed the same answer independently of each other's politics, and it has outlasted several states.
Why Saturday
The list
What happens to the wheat