My return to Konin (Poland)

August 2018

The moment I stepped out of the car, I realized that this was the first time a member of my family had been back in our ancestral town in more than 130 years.

I was in Konin, in the Lodz district of Poland, the town where my paternal ancestors had lived for generations until 1886, when they emigrated to London England. Family members, incuding my great-grandfather, later moved to New York and Toronto.

Although it was not extraordinary, Konin was the subject of a bestselling book, Konin: A Quest, by London writer Theo Richmond, who wrote about the alte haim where his parents had come from, and about which he had heard so many stories since childhood.

Richmond’s forebears, like my own, had been fortunate enough to leave before the Nazi slaughtered most of Poland’s Jews. Konin’s population of about 6,000 Jews were deported to various labour camps and sites in the forest where they were murdered. Reportedly, only forty-six survived.

Surprisingly, the main synagogue is still standing. After showing me the market square, my guide led me to this impressive architectural relic from another century. A plaque relates that it had served as the town’s main Beit Knesset for more than a century, from 1832 to 1939.

Built in a potpourri of styles that includes Moorish and Classical Greek, the white-stone building was locked and surrounded by overgrown bushes; it was in somewhat of a dilapidated condition and its grounds were being used as a parking lot. I remembered seeing a drawing of its elevated bima in the Konin Yizkor Book, and imagined I saw the dim silhouette of that same bima through the dirty and darkened windows. Apparently, the building has been recently purchased by a veterinarian who plans to transform it into an animal hospital.

It was here, inside this once-grand synagogue, that my grandfather’s grandparents, Rafael Glicensztejn and Rodesz Hahn, were married in 1846 by the town’s rebbe, R. Hirsz Tsvi Amsterdam. That marriage record, handwritten in an antique Polish script, was the first of hundreds of family documents that I have retrieved from the microfilmed Jewish records from Konin. These have allowed me to trace back my roots to my fifth great-grandparents (inferentially) to the 1750s.

The grounds of the former Jewish cemetery have become a legally protected public park, surrounded by a fence and marked by a plaque, but with no surviving stones. It had been closed because a fierce storm the day before had downed some trees.

Holocaust Monument in Catholic Cemetery

My guide had heard there was a monument to the Jews in the Roman Catholic Cemetery. Its hallowed ground had also been disturbed by the storm, and numerous tree limbs and fresh rivulets of mud lay across the ground. A few widows and dutiful sons and daughters were cleaning the graves of their loved ones; we asked directions several times and were directed ever deeper and higher into the cemetery.

It was a large monument, adorned with a Star of David, a menorah, and inscriptions in English and Polish: “Here rest the ashes of Jewish prisoners murdered by the German invaders in a forced labour camp in Konin-Czarkow in 1942 and 1943. Being Jewish was their only fault. . . . May they find eternal peace.”

Several flat-lying tablets bore the names of about eighty victims, including a few surnames that I recognized from my own extended family tree. According to a date on the monument, it had been installed only in 2016, but was evidently preceded by an older adjoining stone that explained in Polish that the Jews were “bestially murdered by the Hitlerite Nazis.”

At the foot of the monument, was a poignant message from Pope John Paul II, written in Polish and encased in plastic:

“This nation lived with us for generations, arm in arm, on the same land that became its new homeland in exile. Millions of sons and daughters of this nation were given a terrible death. They were crowded into ghettos, then taken to camps and gas chambers, killed only for being sons and daughters of this nation. The murderers killed these innocent victims hoping to desecrate our land, but because of such deaths, our land only became more sanctified.”

Sidetrip to Turek

My time in Konin was short, only a few hours in all; insignificant compared to the century or centuries that my family ancestors had spent there. In the nearby town of Turek, we discovered the town possessed only one relic of its long Jewish past. Someone had saved a portion of the Torah scroll from the synagogue.

The town clerk brought it out from its cupboard: four torn and charred panels of Hebrew script, still attached to a wooden spindle, looking exactly as though it had been through devastation and fire. I quickly recognized the segment as being from the beginning of Breish’it. As I explained to the clerk, it told the story of Adam and Eve and the beginning of the world, but I knew in my heart that it told the story of the end of a world as well. ♦

Note: For a great description about a recent visit to Konin, please see Michael Schoenholtz’s excellent article and photographs at


Hello Mr Gladstone!
I have  been researching my paternal history through Ancestry, and recently discovered a Jewish side in what I had always thought was German. In looking more into Konin, birthplace of my great grandparents, I stumbled across your post, My Return to Konin. I was fascinated to read how similar it seems your history is to what I believe to be mine. My Greats were born in Konin in 1860/1866, married in Rozyszcze in 1884, and came to the US in 1881. Through a few family stories regarding Jewish heritage, as well as trying to research the history of the area of that time period, I am realizing how fortunate they were to have left before the Nazis came in later on.
I just wanted to thank you for your post, it made me feel like there were others that were lucky to have gotten out before the exterminations there, and I am looking forward to reading the book by Theo Richmond that you referred to in your post. Also, because of my research, my husband and I will be making a trip to Germany and  Eastern Europe (including Warsaw and Krakow) in the fall. — L.C., July 2023