When Ralph Dipple passed away a few years ago, Doug Matheson and I volunteered to sell his trains for his widow. Diane wanted it to sell quickly, so we agreed on 1/3 of the retail price. Unknown to me was the size and complexity of his collection.
The American large scale equipment was easy to price, and was quickly bought by the members of our club.
None of our members were interested in the European equipment however. I did purchase an LGB 0-6-0 locomotive and some 2-axle cars as a memento of a good friend. The rest was sold on E-bay by a club member over a period of two months.
Thanks to the internet I was able to price his American HO trains, and they sold quickly to local buyers.
The British OO scale was more difficult. But because they were in their original boxes, I found prices on the Internet. There is a local chapter of the British Railway Modelers of North America here in Ottawa, so I contacted one of the members. He brought the equipment to their next meeting and sold everything before the meeting started.
He also sold Ralph’s European N scale locomotives and cars.
That left an extensive collection of American N scale equipment. Fortunately there is a large number of N scale enthusiasts in the area as well, and I knew one of them well enough to talk him into selling this equipment. It took about a month to sell it all.
None of these gentlemen would take a commission for selling the equipment as they bought a number of pieces for themselves at very reasonable prices.
After that experience, I put together a folder with a number of Excel spreadsheets listing all my large scale equipment and reasonable selling prices. I was surprised at how much stuff I have accumulated over the last twenty-two years. Now there is an icon on the opening screen of my computer that opens that folder. If anything did happen to me, at least Penny would know what I have, where it is, and what it would sell for quickly.
Most people think that they will know in advance when the big guy is going to pull their time card, but that’s not so. In 1991 at 2 in the afternoon I spoke with a friend at work. We were both in our mid-forties and in apparent good health. Two hours later she dropped dead on the sidewalk of a heart attack. That was the year I picked model railroading from my list of things I was going to do when I retired.