Obituary of Catherine Lewis

Known as Kitty to all, passed away unexpectedly on Saturday, May 8, 2021 surrounded by nature, just short of her 90th birthday. Kitty was unique and fiercely independent! She broke barriers and was a role model for all women as she created her own non-traditional path. She built her own house and even worked a trap line. She was a proud member of the Sault Ste. Marie Trapper’s Council and loved any, and all outdoor activities. Kitty cherished her beloved Elkhound, Magic - a Canadian Grand Champion show dog and loyal cat, Artic. Kitty spent her first years helping her family run a fishing lodge on Lewis Island at Ranger Lake and then lived at the family farm on Lewis Road. She was one of 7 children to the late Stephen and Blanche Lewis. Kitty was first and foremost a loving and dedicated mother to Stephen Fawcett. Kitty leaves behind a vast family tree of cherished grandchildren; Bruce Fawcett (Natalie), Stephen Fawcett, Katy Zuccato (Adam), Sheri Fawcett, Rechelle Fawcett (Don) and Ivy Adam (Murray) and her great grandchildren; Cole Purvis, Ethan Fawcett, Cameran Blais, Kyra Fawcett, Billy Adam, Tyson Blais, Joey Zuccato, Gracey Adam and Ranger Adam. She was a special aunt to Karen (Wayne) Berry, Terry (Velma) Lewis and many more. She lived life on her own terms, enjoyed many adventures fishing and hunting and adored her sister-in-law, Mabel Lewis, and close friends Donna Weeks and Tess James. She will remain a legend in the woods and to the many caring neighbours on Brule Road. As per Kitty’s request, no services will be held. In lieu of flowers, please make donations to the Heart and Stroke Foundation or take a day and spend it fishing in memory of Kitty Lewis. Arrangements entrusted to Northwood Funeral Home Cremation and Reception Centre (942 Great Northern Rd, 705-945-7758). To be a trapper is to traverse. The tracks and trails of mother earth, To walk on land no woman has stood, To see in ways that no one could. To be a trapper is to revere What nature’s bounty gives each year. To know the woods by instincts true, Of every rock and hill and slough. To see the forest between the trees, To understand what so few see, To be a trapper Is to be free. Written by E. Willingham