F6/4.9Fa   Oliver Woodland Freemantle       = (1st) Muriel Selina Goldsmith
                        (1879 - 1949)                 [m. 1907]       ( 1882 -         )
                                                                        = (2nd) Dorothy Frances Mates
                                                                [m. 1920]       (1893 - 1959)
Oliver Woodland Freemantle was the sixth child of Jesse Willaim Freemantle and Fanny Elizabeth Freemantle nee Paxton and the grandchild of * Samuel Freemantle and *Sarah Freemantle nee Paxton.  He was born in the Transkei, possibly in Umtata, on 18.2.1879 and grew up in that town.  [IGI has his birthplace as Elliot, Cape and this may well be correct]
He was on the Post Office staff in Fort Beaufort, Cape, at the time of his first marriage on 25.9.1907, when he married Muriel Selina Goldsmith.  She was born in 1882 and they were divorce in 1920 after 13 years of marriage.  There was one child of this union:
F6/5.F[A]Theodore Eileen  Muriel Freemantle    unfortunately, no details of her life have been traced
On 9.12.1920 in Wynberg, Cape, Oliver Woodland Freemantle married (2nd) Dorothy Frances Mates.   She was born on 26.8.1893 in Arendal, Sussex, England and died on 16.8.1959, at the time of this marriage he was working in the Public Roads Department in Cape Town.  Later, he also became a Divisional Council Engineer.
There were five children of this second marriage.  He died on 18.1.1949 and his widow survived him by ten years, dying on 16.8.1959 in Cape Town.
The children of Oliver Woodland Freemantle and Dorothy Frances Mates were:
F6/5.F.[B]  John Mates Freemantle                 
                     b. 12. 3.1922 Cape Town
                m. 29.11.1947 Pinelands, Cape
                     Doris Rona Boshoff, daughter of the Assistant Manager of Railways
b.      5. 3. 1927 Pretoria, Transvaal
    5 children  - see separate section F6/5.F.[B] John Mates = D.R Boshoff
F6/5.F[C]    Son who died young
F6/5.F[Da]  Douglas Paxton Freemantle
                     b. 9. 11.1925 Umtata, Transkei
                       m. 18.12.1948 Observatory, Cape Town
       Patricia Magdeline Lotter,  the daughter of Hendrik Lourens
      Lotter and Wilhelmina Henrietta Lotter nee (?)
                  b. 6. 10.1930
                  4 children - see separate section F6/5.F[Da]  Douglas Paxton Freemantle
F6/5.F[E]Olive Frances Freemantle
                         b.  5.10.1928 Britstown, Cape
                         m. 13. 3.1954 Lansdowne, Cape
                         Donald Penfold, son of Henry George Penfold and
Isobel Charlotte  Penfold nee de la Chaumette
 b. 3. 3.1928 Lansdowne, Cape
 3 children:
            c.1. Stephen Wayne Penfold
                   b. 30. 5.1955 Kitwe, Northern Rhodesia
            c.2. Jennifer Lynne Penfold
                   b. 11.11.1958 Kitwe, Northern Rhodesia
            c.3. Denise Marcelle Penfold
                   b. 14. 2.1961 Kitwe, Northern Rhodesia
F6/5.F[F]  Neville Bailey Freemantle
                    b. 5. 7. 1931 McLear, C.P.
               m. 28.12.1958 Rondebosch, Cape
               Wilhelmina Johanna Kitshoff
                     b. 13. 5.1925 Stellenbosch, Cape
                     2 children:
F6/6.[F]ab Erica Frances Freemantle
                    b. 23.10.1959 Oranjemund, South  West Africa
F6/6.[F]bc Michael Freemantle
                     b. 25. 2.1962 Cape Town
From: Olive Penfold, the daughter of Oliver Woodland Freemantle, who married (1st) Muriel Selina Goldsmith and (2nd) Dorothy Frances Mates - letter dated 20.2.1989.
I will tell you what I remember about my dad, Oliver Woodland Freemantle, (birthday 18th February).  He spoke about fighting in the Boer War, he also fought in Delville Wood and I remember his telling us of the trench warfare, he suffered shrapnel wounds while he was over there, and during his leave in England he met my mother, Dorothy Frances Mates.  My mom had been engaged to a Canadian who was killed in the battle at Delville Wood, she was working in the army and her family entertained South African troops while they were in England.  She met my dad, they became friends and it turned into love, he proposed and after the war my mom followed him to South Africa as a war bride.
My dad had been married before he went to France.  There was only one daughter from this marriage, but we never heard of her again.  My dad did many jobs in South Africa.  He spent his early life working on all the National roads from the Cape right up to the Transkei when he was a road inspector.  This job took him to many towns, hence the fact that all the children were born in different places.  Whilst he worked in the Transkei he learnt to speak a number of native languages, and he was very popular among the tribes.  Naturally he spent a lot of time away from his family, particularly once we got older and had to attend school.  My mother was a real pioneer, especially as she had so recently come out from England and having to be on her own so much.  However, she got along well with everyone.  My dad was a wonderful husband and father and he loved my mother so much.  I can remember in my latter years, when my dad was much older and had stopped travelling for his job, he settled down at home here in Cape Town.  He started growing mushrooms in our garage.  A business friend supplied the money for seed etc..  He did very well; the idea was when the crop was ready my dad would supply it to an hotel in Wynberg.  However, with only a bicycle at his disposal, he was unable to keep up with his deliveries.  I am talking about the days before supermarkets and it was not common then to buy fresh mushrooms, as one does today.
Although my dad was a very ordinary man, I am still very proud to say he fought in the Boer War and at Delville Wood.  My uncle, Walter Freemantle, was a lawyer and I remember him attending the 'Bunga' in Umtata where we lived as children.
I did not have a lot of contact with my dad's family.  My grandparents died long before we were born and I cannot remember anything special about them, except that my grandmother lived to be a very old lady.
P.S. As a child, I remember, every Armistice Day my dad would take out all his medals and polish them, then go to attend the service.  (I cannot recall what happened to his medals after his death.)