John Hosmer, Vicki Bozzola, and John V. Mering at El Minuto in Tucson, August 20, 1993
This is the last installment of my reminiscences about my decades-long and life-altering relationship with Professor John V. Mering, 1931-2009.
Vicki/Victoria
I spent hours during the summer of ’74 in the office of the history graduate students. We discussed history as interpretation and medicine as art or science, and before the beginning of my senior year, I had changed my major to history. I didn’t have any classes with Dr. Mering the first semester, but we continued to meet several times per week. He advised me which classes to take, including a freshman survey of Western Civilization with his good friend, James Donohoe, the Philosophy of Science with the renowned Wesley Salmon, and classes in Fortran and Spanish literature. Yes, it was quite an eclectic mix, but he didn’t mean to train only a historian; he was Pygmalion, and he wanted to create Galatea. Continue reading

In furtherance of my naïve but exuberant efforts to learn how to think, my history T.A.-cum-guru John Hosmer suggested that I take a class with his Ph.D. advisor, John V. Mering. It was the fall of 1973. I was still a chemistry major looking forward to applying to medical schools, but I had room in my schedule for some humanities credits and eagerly signed up for History 207a: The Civil War. John hadn’t told me much about his mentor except for his rigorous insistence that students learn to evaluate an argument and argue a thesis of their own (i.e., to think). Professors had always been demigods to me, so I expected nothing less than inspiration from this highly recommend teacher and scholar. Nor was I mistaken in my hopes.