After two days of muscle, and friends with muscle, our kitchen is no longer. The craftsmanship that went into putting it together 55 years ago is phenomenal. If we weren't putting in equally quality work, I think the builders would have been rolling over in their graves seeing us pound out their work with no disregard.
One of two dump runs and over 1500 lbs of drywall and cabinetry.
We had only one minor problem of a slow drip of water from the hot connect that we thought we'd disconnected the night before. It leaked for fourteen hours which cumulatively is a lot. It dripped throughout the kitchen, into the basement and was even dripping between the siding and outside of the house.
Underneath all the orange 70s formica was this tiny swatch of vintage wallpaper. The only remnant, besides the honey toned birch cabinets, that shows our kitchen did in fact originate from the 50s. So befitting for us, since the acorn was one of the main symbols for our wedding two years ago! We also found an unopened can of Dinty Moore Beef Stew and a classic red and black plaid can of Scotchguard, both which had fallen into no man's land behind the old lazy susan.
Whew! Ready to get put back together.