Mine is there’s a local plaque about a battle on the St. Joe river between the Shawnee and Federated Indian tribes. I have a tiny bit of Shawnee ancestry. Not enough to really claim Shawnee heritage, but I am one of their decedents. Therefore when ever I stand in the park reading that plaque I think “victory, Shawnee!”
The downside is walking away feels like retreat.
Also there’s a playground there. It’s always a little weird to see kids playing and think “yep a bunch of people killed each other here. I wonder if the river ran red near the petting zoo?”