There were more ways.There were
Also cardboard A6 tickets with sometimes on one side an image and on the other side space for an address and a text.
With picture was a postcard, without a picture a postcard. With a pen (writing tool where Ink comes out) you wrote by hand the message for the recipient and the home address where the message had to go. You had to pay for it in the form of a postage stamp that you had to paste on the card. There were also postcards with preprinted stamps. If that was all done, you could put the card in the letterbox. Those were big red bins with 2 slots, 1 for local destinations and 1 for other destinations. Those red bins were all around. Even now you can still see one, if you are looking for. Very early 2 times a day, later 1 times a day these bins were emptied and the mail was taken to sorting centres. The post was sorted and transported on destination. At the post office of destination, the post was sorted according to the route of the postman. It used to be a skilled and educated official who came to bring the Post 2 times a day. Later that was 1 time a day and only a single day a week and the training requirements for postbodes were abolished as well. The mailman did the ticket in the letterbox. If you were at home you could read the message. If you weren’t at home that could only be when you got home. To answer the message you had to repeat the whole process above.
Then we had a home phone!Which we kept waiting for until we finally got called! Hahaha! We could wait for hours if we were in love. 鈧?艗my number is in the phonebook. We planned ahead when we would call, also we knew more or less where everyone was so we could try to reach someone there: neighbors, friends, family… Etc.
At the time we felt less crowded to be reachable.
The immediate surroundings of people also played a bigger role: the community really worked to keep in touch, probably even more than it is nowadays. At least that is the feeling I have.
I had this unit on my desk stand in my room:
(A 27mc ‘ bakkie ‘)
With that I communicated with friends and those few classmates who also had one.
And if I was outside somewhere and I wanted to call home, you still had this kind of thing standing:
(A telephone booth)
You had to throw quarters in it.
I got that from mams, but of course I made it to candy that you understand.
Later, when I was in high school, I bought an even-Gaver device:
(A pager, which we called very hip ‘ buzzer ‘)
No, no Tamagotchi.
A real pieper. If one were then called to my number, one could test a number. I saw that song on the screen. And did I have to look up in my Hitkrantdiary What the Code was (for example: “call Mama even” or “will we go out in the park behind school?” and stuff like that).
Or suppose I was on the other side of the school, and a friend needed me, then could call it on the phone booth in the cafeteria, my buzzer.But I didn’t have enough friends for that. Unfortunately.
By just personally asking a question to a person?
In Somalie, during an invasion by the USA, soldiers of Farrah Aidid communicated with the Tam-tam.It went pretty well and the USA armed forces were inflicted losses. Some of the dead USA soldiers were dragged through the streets of Mogadishu. Farrah Aidid was later killed.