Any place has a story, any place deserves a story, this is the one for the oldest and tiniest wooden churches from Zona Codrului, Woodland Realm, in Maramures, Romania. It is the late 16th century wooden church of Doba, dedicate to Archangels Michael and Gabriel.
Oldest and Tiniest, a Story for the Wooden Church from Doba
The tree who knew that a church will one day rise on this piece of land stood tall just where the church tower now rises, legend says.
When Iliora was born, the tree was as tall as a sapling. Still wrestling the summer storms. When Iliora started growing taller the tree, challenged, shot up and his branches nearly touched the sky. It certainly looked that way whenever Iliora lay under his green shade. Whenever Iliora climbed to its top branch on which she nestled, safe, her eyes cast far away. The world certainly looked grand from up here. And it was hers. The tree had gifted it to her.
But when Iliora married and moved over the hill and build a home, the tree grew taller so he can keep an eye on our girl, how the people of his hamlet called her.
Then one day… he’d nearly cut him down, Iliora’s husband, for they needed wood, good wood. But Iliora stopped him, grabbed his wrist so the shiny ax blade danced through the air, and sliced a strand of her long hair… A cloud moved over the sun and shadowed his brow. So they build their home underneath a rock instead. And a cosy place it was. And happy, unlike any other dwelling the villagers had ever seen. So they called it Chilioara, Iliora’s cave.
Soon more families settled there. And soon a church was needed.
Iliora was not around anymore to protect her tree. Other men, younger, cut it down, carried it on their strong backs over the hill, shaped it into planks, and used the planks here and there, where it was needed, for the altar, for the door frame, for the roof, and one plank even made it into the tower. A small tower, for it was a tiny wooden church. Chilioara’s church.
Now blessed with a church the community grew. And it grew, and eventually a bigger church was needed. A stone church built.
Many moons later, perhaps by the way the trees grew and the wind blew, or by the way the stars dripped across the heavens, another girl spotted her future on the other side of a hill. Where greener pasture grew, and an azure sky. And she moved, then he moved, they build, they lived, they grew another family together. Happy till the day a church was needed. For there was space, just right. There in the clearing, see?
The tiny wooden church from Chilioara was brought over the hill, in Doba. Piece by piece on the men’s strong backs. And rebuilt here: the altar, the door frame, the roof, the tower…
Legend says that the tree had known. He’d known from the beginning that one day a church will stand in its place.
Copyright © Patricia Furstenberg. All Rights Reserved.
About the wooden church of Doba, dedicate to Archangels Michael and Gabriel
The wooden church of Doba was built at the end on the 16th century in Chilioara. Here, in Chilioara, at the end of the 18th century lived 211 souls and a priest.
The tiny wooden church was brought from Chilioara to Doba between 1831 – 1842, when Chilioara had a new, stone church and Doba had none.
The tiny wooden church of Doba is still in use today by the small local community.
You can read more (in Romanian) about the wooden church from Doba, about Zona Codrului, Woodland Realm, and the project “Biserici de Lemn di Zona Codrului” here.
Or take a virtual tour of the tiny wooden church from Doba.
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What a lovely, heart-warming story for a cute, little church. Maggie
Thank you, Maggie 🙂
Feels as if you could hold it in the palm of your hand. Almost 🙂
A lovely story.
Thank you so much, Paul. And for visiting and commenting.
This is such a wonderful story! It warms the heart. ❤️
Ah, this makes me sooo happy, Susan! 🙂
What a perfectly charming structure. And as others have said, an endearing back story to boot.
Isn’t it? I am thrilled you think so. I hope you will consider placing this corner of the world, Zona Codrului (Woodland Realm) from Maramures on your travel list 😉
Kind thanks for visiting.
I love that little church. This is a great story, Pat.
Me too, Dan. The proportions amaze me – compared to the giant gothic cathedrals. Even to the Black Church of Brasov. This one’s so tiny, yet it does the job just as well.
Really happy to hear that you liked the story.
What an endearing story! That was a truly blessed tree.
I am glad you enjoyed it, Jo 🙂
Touching. Love stories like this. Thanks so much. xo
Aww, so happy to hear this! With great pleasure.
Thank you, Selma.
What a remarkable story. The sacred persona of the tree remains intact. It was built and then rebuilt. That is indeed the dedication and passion of the people. A lovely read, Patricia. 🙂
It was special writing this story, Terveen 🙂
I am glad you appreciate it. It means a lot!
Loved the story, Pat. I like the fact that the belfry is one quarter the size of the entire church.
Kind thanks, Mark.
I liked that too 🙂
This church looks amazing !!!
A gem, isn’t it 🙂
What a lovely story Patricia, you really know how to create beautiful tales inspired by Romanian culture and history.
This little wooden church from Doba looks like an enchanting place to visit, thank you so much for sharing!
What a lovely story Patricia, you really know how to create beautiful tales inspired by Romanian culture and history.
This little wooden church of Doba looks like an enchanting place to visit, thank you so much for sharing!
Such a great joy, Blanca 🙂 Thank you!