The Haversack was the bag that soidiers used to carry their things in. Each had different things, perhaps a letter from home, their sweethearts picture, a keepsake, and of course food. Our haversack page will contain different items as well. Everything from members ancestors to Kentucky history can be found in The Haversack. (Click on any thumbnail on page to enlarge photo.)

The three Generals of the Orphan Brigade were (L to R and first to last): Roger W. Hanson, Benjamin Hardin Helm, and Joseph H. Lewis.

Other famous Kentucky Generals included: (Above) John Hunt Morgan, John Cabel Breckinridge, Simon Bolivar Buckner, and (Below) Lloyd Tilghman and Basil Duke.

*Shannon Jefferies had three great great grandfathers who were Privates in the 13th KY Cavalry, CSA. Benjamin McCray, Co. D; William Sexton, Co. H; Matthew Combs, Co. G.

He also had a great great grandfather, Robert G. VanZant, who was a Private in the 13th KY Infantry, Co. D; and a great great great grandfather, Evan D. Froedge, who was a Private in the 37th KY Infantry, Co. A, USA.

One song that was loved by soldiers on both sides was "My Old Kentucky Home." It was written by Stephen Foster in 1852.

'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the bird make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright:
By'n by hard times come a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!

Weep no more my lady,
oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song
For the Old Kentucky Home,

They hunt no more for the possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
on the bendh by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight:
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my Old Kentucky Home, good night!

The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the darkey may go:
A few more days, and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar-canes grow.
A few more days fo to tote the weary load,
No matter 'twill never be light,
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my Old Kentucky Home, good night!