Burial Site

Update: the forest preserve is contacting the archeological society yet I haven't been able to get ahold of any native american organizations in Chicago or evanston. If you know of any in these areas please let them know and contact me

I believe I have found a mound in a woodland of cook county and its over run by invasive as its my job to clear the woods. Its a hill were there is nothing else like it with older trees on top meaning it hasn't been touched. How do I know if it is native and how do I go about contacting the right people? I will not post a picture so I don't give my location away.

So we all know he is not the brightest bulb in the shed, but what on earth came over him that made him think burying his annihilated family at a work site of his was a good idea? If this murder was planned, he obviously is one of the dumbest people alive. So was the murder premeditated or in the moment? It’s hard to tell. It’s hard to believe someone who took the time to plan this action out would be so stupid to leave the bodies somewhere they could be connected to him... buuuut it’s also hard to believe someone could kill their entire family sooo. Just a random thought while scrolling this sub.

I don't really know how to write this, or if I told this story a while back on my old account, but here it goes,

(Also obligatory on mobile, so sorry about any mistakes)

A few years ago, my family & I went fishing/camping in the same area we usually go to, but I guess it was occupied, so we settled in the nearest empty space that could fit 2 trailers. We didn't really walk around or explore the area around it for the first two days, because we were at the lake, fishing. But when we did, it was me & my grandpa looking at the scenery, specifically a small stream that I thought looked nice. However the closer we got, the more uncomfortable, & just nervous I felt, but didn't know why....

That was, untill we found a small grave.

I'd say it was about a foot long, the type a small dog, or some sort of animal could fit in. The dirt in it looked fresh, or at least noticeably more dug up compared to the moss & grass around it, & it had a cross made out of sticks, standing at the top of it. Next to the grave was a shovel, that looked a lot older than the grave itself, it was really rusty, & looked chipped at the edge.

It honestly scared me a bit, & I just wanted to leave the site alone then & there, but my grandpa wanted to look around more. I stayed away from there for the rest of the trip, I didn't want to touch or disturb anything, my grandpa on the other hand.. took the shovel. I don't know why, but he did, & I think still has it now.

I used to have pictures, but I got a new phone since then, & most pictures/files failed to be transferred over. However, I'll post them if I can find them.

I'm not completely sure if the next details are related to the grave, but I still took mental note about them:

• On the log fence, a few feet away, (the kind that marks where you can or can't trespass) There were strange symbols painted on, it didn't look like any language however, & i think one was some sort circle with an X going through it. This could just be someone's graffiti though.

• On top of a wooden stump next to it were two pennies sat next to each other. One was facing tails, & the other was facing heads.

• Everything was quiet, too quiet. Usually you could hear small animals, & tens of birds all the time, but you could only hear soft rustling, and like, 2 birds in the distance.

• When I brought my parents to the place, my mom stayed for a bit, to look around when something hit her back. She was standing

Hopefully someone here can clear this up for me! I've always assumed she was buried at the rental property/the moms house where the tenants heard the watch beeping. Under some sort of concrete slab flower bed thing. But That in 2020 they moved her to another relocation. Is that other location now believed to be Reubans house under the deck? Or was she buried at Susan's, Reubans, AND Paul's house?? Or they moved her from Susan's to Reubans and then again and now we don't know where she was?

Seeking information about Mass Hermit Crab burial ground found in Mapleton Fall Creek. Please advise. Making podcast about the mystery.

Please let me know if there is a more appropriate sub. I tried askavet but didn't get a response. This seemed like a better fit??

Our cat was euthanized last week. Per vets advice, we were sure to take all precautions for wildlife when burying, and google said the drugs might seep into the soil for a year after burial. We are wanting to make the site into a little meditation area, and fresh catnip for our other cat.

We are concerned our other cat would ingest catnip at this site and be poisoned as the chemicals leech into the soil and roots grow deeper. Should we wait a year before planting, or never plant in this space? Will the chemicals only go down, or also out and up? Is there anything we can do to help the soil? We hit a wall of granite under the site, if that matters.

If you want to go into the science for other readers of this sub, I very much respect that. I just ask you answer my question definitively/kindly before going too far into the gory facts, as my heart is broken.

TL,Dr: Title.

I may be overlooking a detail but is it ever said where Nerevar was laid to rest after he died? I would think it would be a holy site for pilgrims in Morrowind or something but I can't remember if anything of it was mentioned in game.

A lot of people in my tribe and other Native's I know tend to have quite a sense of gallows humor (happens when there's a lot of unresolved injustice and genocide), so I'm sorry if this is too dark. I went to a school on my tribe's old territory where there's an area reserved for cultural events because it's a sacred burial site of one of our prophets. There's a stone circle with a pole in the middle with offerings and decorations, it's a pretty obvious Native American worship site.

Anyway, a few years back I'm living in the dorms and a group of boys come into the common room one night laughing and joking about how they "touched the pole". I asked what pole. "The pole in the middle of that stone thing".

"Do you know what it's there for?" They all got kinda quiet.

"Some Native American thing I guess."

"You guessed right! That's my tribe, and we're actually NEVER allowed to touch that pole because it's directly over my ancestor's buried remains. That specific place is the burial site of the most bodies, but they're under these buildings too. You better go apologize, you're probably cursed now."

I've never seen someone start to visibly sweat so quickly! The next day they told me they went back and apologized.

I don't really know why I'm writing this, I just need to process this I think. I lost a pregnancy during the first trimester in late January this year. Still taking it so hard, as anyone who goes through this does. We got testing done and she was a little girl. I don't know how many hours I've spent wondering what I did. She had all 46 of her chromosomes, not more, not less. One side of me knows how delicate life is and it could have been a million other things, the other side of me, for some reason, irrationally has latched on to the idea that I caused it with a hot bath, what if my thyroid was out of whack, etc. Ultimately, I am still trying to make peace with the fact that we'll never get our answer and that is such a hard thing to accept. I wanted her so, so much that I just ache.

Something I thought was really touching is that our regional health system has a burial site for all of the babies lost to miscarriage. They bury them there free of charge. They aren't individual plots of course, but it's essentially a mausoleum, or vault, that goes by year.

I knew vaguely where the cemetery was, it's about an hour from where I live, but when I was in town last I worked up the courage to go visit. I don't know why I didn't feel like I could before, I wanted to, but it just made me so anxious. I was in Walmart there and walked past the flowers section and thought, wouldn't it be healing to go visit and bring her flowers now that I'm in town? I couldn't decide which ones to get, so I bought two kinds and split them. One bouquet for home to brighten up our day, one bouquet for there.

I rolled up to the cemetery around sunset and it was the end of a perfectly beautiful spring day. Quiet. Just some road noise in the distance and birds chirping. I spent a great deal of time fumbling around trying to find out where the heck this thing was located, there was no map or staff around, but when I drove over to that section it was unmistakable, there it was.

I got out of the car and just lost it when I saw things people left, luckily there was nobody else there. There was a cross and some old flowers. A Mickey Mouse doll and a white toy horse. I imagined that's the type of thing I'd loved to have wrapped up for her on Christmas morning, to see her light up and smile. There were two benches there but I didn't say. I left the flowers and asked God to take care of her for me and drove away.

Clearly I still have a lot of healing to do as I cried through typing this w