The Jewish cemetery in Uchanie is located at Podgorze Street. There are several matzevahs on its territory which were rediscovered and brought back here over the last few years.
Jacob Finkelstein, who originally comes from Uchanie, in a letter to us describes the cemetery from before WWII: "The cemetery was about 150 square meters. Before the war, a Jew from Uchanie bought more land right next to the cemetery but it never was used for burials. The cemetery used to be full of tombstones. They were neat and cared for. In 1939 when the Germans came, they started to take monuments and made sidewalks out of them. I saw them doing this. By 1942 there were not many tombstones left."
The Jewish cemetery in Uchanie was also a place of many executions. Jacob Finkelstein remembers one of them: "On the day after Shavuot (a Jewish holiday usually in May), on a Sunday, 1942, the Gestapo rounded up 43 Jews. Some of them were from Uchanie, some from Horodlo. The Gestapo killed them by shooting - ten in a row, consecutively. My four younger sisters, who did not wear armbands, witnessed everything. I lost my uncle Motl and a great-uncle Shloime. Near the cemetery lived a man named Zdzislaw Masterleczuk. When I was liberated in '44, I met Zdzislaw and he showed me where the Gestapo killed my father in the cemetery. He was buried right near where the entrance to the cemetery is."
In 1998 Jacob Finkelstein visited his home shtetl. His daughter, Barbara remembers her visit at the cemetery: "It was untended, grassy plot bordered by wire mesh and an ugly iron gate. It was also slightly higher then street level because space limitations had necessitated burying coffins on top of each other. An elderly survivor named Chaim Ella Leder, who had lost his wife and four children, had erected this graceless fence. Otherwise, no symbols or memorial plaques made note that this was a cemetery. After the war, this Chaim moved in with the Ukrainian woman who helped him survive. One day he received a note from some Polish farmers ordering him to leave Uchan. If he stayed, the note promised, he would be killed. We had no problems entering the cemetery, although there was not much to be seen there. After the war, my father found out (from people living nearby) that his father was killed by Poles and buried in the cemetery. He tried to find some trace of the grave - unsuccessfully.