05-30-2009, 06:46 PM
When my step-father died, after a lengthy battle with cancer, there were only two people who dug his grave; me and one of his nephews. He was to be buried in an old family cemetery next to his mother.
Me and the nephew took turns at the digging. Eventually we had gotten down to a little more than 4 feet and I came upon something hard and solid. After digging a bit more I soon found myself uncovering a large section of flat wood which was very soft and rotten. I tapped it with the shovel and yelled up to those on the ground that I thought we were digging into an existing grave. I was assured that there was no grave here. I scraped the dirt back an uncovered more of the wood and at that point I told everyone that there was no way I was going to dig any further and I climbed up out of the hole. The nephew expressed that there was no way a grave could be here and that he would finish the digging. He got into the hole and hit the piece of wood with the shovel. The nastiest smelling water gushed up from below the wood and drenched his legs. When I say it smelled horrible I cannot exaggerate. He climbed up out of the hole and someone gave him a ride home to clean up (in the back of their pickup truck).
I should also mention that where this graveyard was the earth was almost entirely clay. Clay does not drain well and generally water is trapped if there are any "pockets".
We decided that it was in fact a grave and either his mother's headstone wasn't in the correct place or there was an older grave beside her which had been long forgotten. We had to fill the hole back in and dig a new one in another spot.
Me and the nephew took turns at the digging. Eventually we had gotten down to a little more than 4 feet and I came upon something hard and solid. After digging a bit more I soon found myself uncovering a large section of flat wood which was very soft and rotten. I tapped it with the shovel and yelled up to those on the ground that I thought we were digging into an existing grave. I was assured that there was no grave here. I scraped the dirt back an uncovered more of the wood and at that point I told everyone that there was no way I was going to dig any further and I climbed up out of the hole. The nephew expressed that there was no way a grave could be here and that he would finish the digging. He got into the hole and hit the piece of wood with the shovel. The nastiest smelling water gushed up from below the wood and drenched his legs. When I say it smelled horrible I cannot exaggerate. He climbed up out of the hole and someone gave him a ride home to clean up (in the back of their pickup truck).
I should also mention that where this graveyard was the earth was almost entirely clay. Clay does not drain well and generally water is trapped if there are any "pockets".
We decided that it was in fact a grave and either his mother's headstone wasn't in the correct place or there was an older grave beside her which had been long forgotten. We had to fill the hole back in and dig a new one in another spot.