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I am selling my Dad's coin collection. He has Alzheimer's, and is no help in setting up the auctions. The proceeds are going into a college fund for his grandchildren.
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I am from northern Maine, a land of reticence and understatement. As the eldest, I 'inherited' the task of disposing of my Dad's coin collection. My Dad has Alzheimer's, and is no help in setting up the auctions, the proceeds of which are going into a fund for the education of his grandchildren, which (to me) seems the best way to avoid the sort of unpleasant squabbling that occurred between HIS siblings when his mother passed on.
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For anything under 13 ounces, I like to use first class mail. Anything over 13 ounces, I like to use Parcel Post. Many times, I like to keep things simple, and just offer free shipping. However, if you purchase an item that DOES NOT have free shipping, I will waive the shipping fee if you purchase at least one additional item.
Return policy
I sincerely hope that, once these coins are sold, I never have to see them again. That being said, I also have to state that I am not a coin expert, and what little I know about the topic I have gleaned in the last few weeks, mostly by reading what was available at Borders bookstore. So if I have made a mistake and sent you the wrong thing, or if I have packaged it incorrectly, then I will be happy to handle a return. If, on the other hand, you find yourself plagued with buyers remorse, I will take the coins back provided you pay for shipping, and refund my listing fees.
Endless Heaps of Coins
I was pretty much satisfied that I had inventoried Dad's collection and knew how to sell it when my Mom mentioned, in passing, that she had rolled up a whole 'bunch' of coins and had taken them to the bank to be 'cashed in'. She still had some left over, so if I was heading downtown, would I mind cashing them in for her? I cracked open a few rolls, and noticed that many of the coins were strangely shiny. I discovered that this was because they were made of silver. I also ran into things I don't normally see in day-to-day loose change: Indian-Head pennies, Buffalo nickels, etc. The effort involved in this 'coin thing' is seriously eating into my TV-time.
Holy Crap!!
In one of the last boxes I look through, I find bars of silver! I can't imagine what Dad was thinking. Perhaps he was preparing for a post-apocalyptic America, where wealth would be measured in precious metals and guns. He was a natural pessimist, and insisted that he needed to grow his own food, scavenge fruits and vegetables from the wild (in his case, this meant fiddleheads, berries, apples, etc), and kill his own meat; in Northern Maine his penchant for rifles and shotguns was completely unremarkable, and he actually did, on occasion, kill a deer, although he was quite lazy, and the deer had to be addled enough to stumble onto a woods road as my dad was driving by..... It is clear that my Dad had a thing for silver; I've got a another box full of Canadian silver coins, as well a silver Proof commemoratives from places like New Zealand. I've put some of the Canadian stuff up for sale, but it seems as popular as old leftovers....