This is a story about Flemington.

I'm told that Flemington was quite a bustling community in its day.

As I've noted before, my g-grandfather, Furman Smoak, had a

grist mill there. Flemington was a stagecoach stop. The stagecoach

came from Micanopy where there was a hotel just up the hill from

the big curve coming toward Shiloh. The stagecoach trail came

around to the west of the James Darlington Mixson homestead, to

the west of the James Gilbert Mixson homestead and on down to

Flemington. My information is there was a hotel there, somewhere

in the vicinity of the turn off from 329 to the Baptist church.

Flemington had it's own post office. In 1904, James Kirkland Mixson

was appointed postmaster. See: