The Hidden Jewish Cemetery in Utting

Looking for other archaeology sites on the local map, one stumbles across other, less expected things. For example, a KZ (concentration camp) cemetery outside of the small lakeside town of Utting, where there had been a tannery which made use of forced laborers from Dachau — there were satellite camps all around, this was Camp 5 (Lager V).

We almost didn’t find it. In fact we had come to a dead end in a field and started to turn back, when a local came by on his bicycle. When he heard what we were looking for, he generously walked us there (we never would have found it on our own, once we saw where we were headed — through a patch of forest,  someone’s back lawn and  a wooded archery range — but we had come in from the wrong road, it seemed.

About 500 male prisoners worked here from August 1944 until April 1945. This cemetery is for the 27 who died from the brutal treatment.

A large stone inside the cemetery wall commemorates the 27 victims, from “the rescued compatriots of Schaulen” (Šiauliai, in Northern Lithuania, was an important leatherworking town. Which explains why its sons were brought to the tannery).

In my research I came across this poem by Yehuda Amichai, translated into English by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld. The description could fit just about any of these little memorial graveyards, including this one.

“A Jewish Cemetery In Germany”

On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery,
a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by shrubs,
abandoned and forgotten. Neither the sound of prayer
nor the voice of lamentation is heard there
for the dead praise not the Lord.
Only the voices of our children ring out, seeking graves
and cheering
each time they find one–like mushrooms in the forest, like
wild strawberries.
Here’s another grave! There’s the name of my mother’s
mothers, and a name from the last century. And here’s a name,
and there! And as I was about to brush the moss from the name–
Look! an open hand engraved on the tombstone, the grave
of a kohen,
his fingers splayed in a spasm of holiness and blessing,
and here’s a grave concealed by a thicket of berries
that has to be brushed aside like a shock of hair
from the face of a beautiful beloved woman.

Historical information on the cemetery found here. This is the work of one Othmar Frühauf, who has photo-documented Jewish cemeteries in Germany for Alemannia Judaica (Both links are in German). My hat goes off to him.

Poem found here

2 thoughts on “The Hidden Jewish Cemetery in Utting

  1. One of the first things that came up when my son went to Austria were the concentration camps. His girlfriend’s parents seemed to think there needed to be an apology or an acknowledgement of what had happened. His girlfriend’s elementary school class had to visit one and learn about what happened. But there is only so long you can declare a new generation guilty of old crimes. Nation guilt turns into anger. World War II and all the evil events (on all sides) needs to be in the history books and taught the world over, but all of us need to know every nation is capable of such horrors.


    • Indeed, Elroon. Indeed.
      I support the continuing class visits to the camp memorials fully. Every week it seems there is some Neo-Nazi act somewhere in Austria that makes the news, or some politicial figure says something extremist. Both Germany and Austria seem to have good fact-checkers and bloggers to report this. The Green Party in Innsbruck, esp. Gebi Maier, does a good job of finding and airing Nazi connections in the local officials. Education is crucial.
      Austria has had a unique problem in that the “official” line was that the country was Hitler’s first victim, when the tanks rolled in in 1938, and yet there were indeed people wanting it and preparing for it within its borders. Austria is part victim, part perpetrator, and it has only recently begun to face up to that. So your son’s friends have a point.

      My aim is not to keep wounds open or continue the accusations, but to find these hidden places, whatever they might be, and reveal them.


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