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: