Our world was different before instand communication, but it was in a good way.  Families were not lost by internet porn sites where children and women, especially, can be lured by their death by a false lover, more like a demonic soul with computer skills, and we waited;  Yes we waited for a love letter that meant something.  Westen Union might bring the joy of the birth, money, or the loss of a loved one, but it was a time for family to gather to hear the news.  Phone lines were all overland, and on a party line;  Even the best eavesdropped -- a little.  One read news and absorbed it, for they would think about it and wait for the next editorial or first page story.  We had some patience, and we had some time, you might even presume, and rightly so, that we cared deeply about all that came over those wires or in the male.  Probably best of all, we did not worry about some demon decided they could break in to the Department of Defense and set off nuclear missles to end life as even you know it.  The beautiful part of no communication except for the early forms was the lack of noise and people being able to converse.  I keep waiting for some giant booming voice to come over the skies and to proclaim;  "Would you give it a rest;  Would you shut up, for all human beings need to know the joy of silence to the extent a leaf can crush, a bird can call, and the wind may rush through other trees.  The noise is apt to change the world in even larger ways, and we might lie down and weep if we ever know all of nature's symphonies which have never before been heard.  Barbara Everett Heintz, Author, "Pinkhoneysuckle," on Amazon; Thanks for the question.