I made it home, it's been a long 10 days doing family affairs but now I can recover for a day. The poor car has been in a pasture for 70 years and the first time it leaves it gets covered with snow, mud, and salt so it will get a thorough wash tomorrow. I hate that we jacked up the rear fender, slamming it into the '52 Chevy sitting next to it when it popped out of its hole. The steering box was the culprit but the tie rod end came out just fine and allowed us to steer it onto the trailer. The front right hub wasn't frozen, it was just packed with dirt and the bearings still had fluid grease in them, they are tapered roller bearings which surprised me. My 1956 Belair had ball bearings stock. The removeable front floor pan is rusted through but the frame just has surface rust. The downhill slope, sandy/gravel soil, and arid conditions of Western Nebraska really helped out. Spark plugs came out easily and they look decent but I'll dump some ATF in the holes and let is set for a few days, then throw a kerosene heater under it or rent a hot water pressure washer and get the engine up to temperature before I try to motivate it free.
The goal is to mechanically restore it, go to stock interior, and leave the exterior as is then drive the snot out of it.
For funds, I'm too well versed in reviving old vehicles. Right now on the farm is the '72 Chevy C60 that has been rebuilt, my '78 Harley Shovelhead chopper, a '68 K-10 and my 1991 V2500 Suburban. All which are daily drivers. Growing up poor on a farm ended up being a really boost to my skillset in life.