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Ancestry Travel: A Sobering Experience

By Renee Langmuir January 09, 2024 Hobbies

It is not unusual for folks of retirement age to complete a bucket list visit to one’s ancestral home. My husband initiated this practice even before he knew me. In those days before the internet, on a trip to Scotland, he relied on the common phonebook to connect with folks who shared his last name.

Even after we married, I accompanied him to the Dublin neighborhood where his great grandfather worked as a barrel maker at the Guinness Factory. We also explored his Scottish roots in Argyle, delighted to see there was a pub called The Langmuir Tavern.

Benefits of Studying One’s Ancestry

There are many valuable reasons why pursuing one’s family history is so popular today. Our generation was introduced to the idea in 1977 with Alex Haley’s popular program, Roots. As the captivated American audience watched, popular ideas about the origin of African Americans in our country were overturned with each weekly episode, replaced by the shocking reality. In fact, all of us probably share disturbing events with our ancestors, we just don’t always know about them.

There are 22 million people who have tested their DNA and pursue their own stories through sites like It is a common retirement pastime. Benefits include finding new family members, clarifying health issues, personalizing history, developing richer and deeper cultural understandings, and gaining government benefits such as obtaining a passport from their country of origin. More importantly, genealogy seekers develop compassion and appreciation for the struggles of ancestors who paved the way for a better life. Undoubtedly, everyone’s relatives sacrificed for our easier lifestyles.

What Were My Family Origins?

My own DNA test from revealed my heritage was 100% linked to the Ashkenazi Jews in Central and Eastern Europe. No surprise there. Being of a certain age, it was time to travel to Prague, Budapest and Krakow. A visit to the specific city of Zamosch, Poland, my grandparents’ city of origin, was vetoed because of its proximity to Ukraine. tells us that it took approximately 3-4 generations for Europeans arriving in America in the 1920s to assimilate. I am a member of Generation 3, and before this journey, I considered myself fully assimilated. Writing in the New York Times Magazine, Laila Lalami defines assimilation as becoming like other Americans, gaining fluency in the dominant language, attaining some degree of educational or economic success, and having a familiarity with the history and culture of the country.

I checked all these boxes and furthered the assimilation process by marrying outside my religion. I also consciously chose a new spiritual practice for myself which did not involve keeping Kosher or weekly synagogue attendance. I am in good company with the large number of lapsed Christians and Jews in the US.

Bearing Witness

Our travels took us to Auschwitz and the Jewish Quarters, as they are known, in all three cities. I learned that King Casimir the Great invited the persecuted Jews of Western Europe to Poland and the surrounding areas in 1343. The Jews thrived for almost 600 years, until the Holocaust.

I was no stranger to Jewish history. I grew up in an ethnic neighborhood which was almost entirely Jewish. Merchants in my neighborhood had tattoos on their arms from the camps. I was forever feeling left out of all conversations between my mother and grandmother, because they were conducted in Yiddish. I remember meeting my grandmother’s sister at the docks in New York when she arrived in the US in 1960, after emigrating from Israel. I went to Hebrew School until I graduated from High School.

I was not prepared to be shocked, in any way, with what I experienced in Eastern Europe. That was not the case. In every Jewish Quarter, synagogues from the Middle Ages remained, along with eerie, crooked, ancient tombstones. Magnificent new synagogues were built in Prague and Budapest in the 19th century, but just a very few families are current members. In perfect condition, one even seats 3000!

Great Synagogue, Budapest, Hungary
Exterior of the Great Synagogue in Dohany Street, Budapest, Hungary, the largest synagogue in Europe and the second largest in the world. Built between 1854-1859 for 3000 people.

The infrastructure of homes, book and Judaica stores, restaurants, and even Schindler’s factory remain, but chillingly, the places are completely devoid of their original residents. The emptiness is what still resonates with me.

The story is the same in all the cities. Property was systematically confiscated, ghettoes and walls were erected, and the Jews were sent to the 23 main camps or 1000 satellite camps for work or extermination.

When Trauma Is a Component of One’s Ancestry

This legacy trip was obviously so different than my travels to Ireland and Scotland with my husband. Curiosity about one’s past is a healthy activity. It can’t be minimized, as it seems to be an essential missing ingredient from adoptees’ lives. Knowing where we come from, our cultural traditions and history seem to be a basic human right.

However, when trauma is involved, the healthy curiosity takes an unexpected turn. This type of travel becomes quite visceral. Surprisingly, it is possible that there is a genetic component to one’s past. Dr. Rachel Yehuda of New York’s Mt. Sinai Hospital has discovered an “epigenetic inheritance” in a study of 32 Holocaust survivors.

Epigenetics is the study of how one’s environment can affect the genes of future generations. Her groundbreaking work discovered that the trauma of ancestors can be passed to future generations. Her work has great implications for any sufferers of trauma, and for all of us whose ancestors suffered in their homelands.

By being physically present at Auschwitz and the Jewish communities in Eastern Europe, I developed a crisper focus of my family history. At Auschwitz, a large photo depicted the residents from my grandparents’ town being exiled by the Germans. Among the hundreds of suitcases which were marked for expected reunification with their owners at the camps, I saw one marked “Sara,” the same unusual spelling of my mother’s name.

The study of genealogy and heritage travel can be sobering experiences. Although we are not privileged to all the stories in our past, undoubtedly, they quietly exert their influence on us today.

Let’s Have a Conversation:

Have you studied your ancestry? What was your motivation? Did you uncover any surprises? Have you visited your ancestral land, town or home? What was the feeling?

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Toni Stritzke

After many years of hearing my maternal grandmother talk of my illustrious and sometimes royal ancestors, my older sister did some painstaking research going back hundreds of years. We found, much to everyone’s amusement, we were in fact, related to peasants.

Celia Berdes

What a wonderful topic. I became the “designated” genealogy person in our family because I was the most interested and because I had enough knowledge of the languages needed to do the research. I have found loads of information by searching data bases on but also by visiting a local Family History Center at a local LDS church. I have also corresponded with archivists in the countries where this took place. As a teenager, I visited the village in German-colonized Poland where my father’s family originated: one church, one bar, and not much else. One of the most thrilling findings was learning which maternal ancestors fought in the US Civil War after emigrating from Bavaria a few years earlier.

Christina Comer

I am 74 and have been interested in my heritage since I had my own family. I feel so bad when I think about our world and some groups that are so full of hate for others. I really don’t think I will ever understand. Thank you for you article.

Christy Piszkiewicz

Thanks for sharing this, my husband and I traveled to Poland and the feeling of our ancestors was so strong and life-changing.


Thank you for this article and sharing your story. Learning what those who came before us went through is humbling and eye opening.

The Author

Renee Langmuir was an educator for 34 years in public schools and at the university level. After an unplanned retirement, Renee chronicled her transition in a series of personal essays on the website, Her writing has appeared on the websites Agebuzz, Next Avenue, Forbes and in The AARP Ethel Newsletter.

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