The paternal ancestor I admire the most is my sixth great-grandfather, John Sevier. He helped to establish the state of Tennessee, but while the area was still known as the Southwest Territory, he was sent by President George Washington to be a member of the VERY FIRST Congress. Then he was made the Brigadier-General over the Militia for the Southwest Territory. Once they met the criteria to become a state, John Sevier was then voted in as the very first Governor of Tennessee. He served three terms in a row, for six years. Waited an election cycle and then ran again to serve for yet another three terms in a row. He was beloved by the people he served, was a Revolutionary War Hero, having fought the Battle of Kings Mountain in 1780. And a magistrate for years.
Before all of this he was a signer of the original Watauga Association, one of their first five Commissioners, a member of their Safety Commission and he fought the Cherokee, keeping the Settlements safe. 35 battles fought, 35 battles won. For many years he served as the County clerk of Washington District. Once this region was acknowledged by the government of North Carolina, John Sevier was sent to Represent the United Settlements in Halifax, for the North Carolina Convention.
Later that same year he continued on at the House of Commons, representing the Washington District in New Bern.
Once North Carolina ceded the territory, (for a second time) back to the United States, things moved fairly quickly. The Southwest Territory was established and from there John was hand-picked by President Washington to be part of the Upper Chamber.
After his last term as governor of Tennessee, and turning down the position of brigadier-general due to his advanced age, he still desired to serve. This prompted him to run for a term in the 12th Congress in 1811. He won re-election into the 13th Congress and was on congressional business for the 14th Congress, running and marking the lines for the newly ceded lands by the Creek Nation, which lay in the Alabama Territory. Unfortunately, he caught a fever that ran through the party and died the day after his 70th birthday.
Many referred to him as the "Good Old Governor" and his likeness, in bronze, resides in Statuary Hall. I consider him the Rock Star of my family.