Once the center of life on the Harold Stadsvold farm, the barn had become a nuisance and an eyesore. It was in severe disrepair and no one has been allowed into the barn for years. This was largely due to the memory of Treva and Bill Turpin's son, Tim, who had fallen through the hay hatch in the floor of the hay loft. He had landed on his head far below, on the concrete floor. Fortunately, there had been a waft of hay on that patch of earth on which he had landed. In time he would have a full recovery but this was not something that Treva had ever wanted to revisit.
Unknowing what God was to do with this barn, Bill had been praying for the day that the wind, that so frequently visits this hill, would finish the work it had been doing over the decades.