This tribute page would not be complete without some photos of this iconic symbol of Philip R Manuel. He called it his "baby." This Olds baby born in '53 not only won him awards, but it took him clear across the country to attend countless family occasions and milestones, often decked out in his full-on chauffeur outfit, much to the delight of his family.
One of my favourite things to do was to hug Uncle Phil, kiss his cheek, tell him I love him, and then giggle while he blushed. I loved to see him smile and hear him laugh, usually at something he said. I could sit for hours and watch him with a great niece on his lap, to see his face and eyes light up with absolute love and delight. And those rare unguarded moments when he let an "I love you too" slip from his lips...they were like golden nuggets straight to my heart. I love you, Uncle Phil. You will forever be our Uncle White Knight. Thank you for being you.
Phil was the sweetest and gentlest man I ever knew, and possessed of an iron will. After a decade or more of drinking daily to the point of stupor, he looked at his glass of beer one day and said: "I don't think this stuff is doing me any good." He never touched a drop again for the rest of his life. A few years later he did exactly the same with cigarettes. He was an amazing man.