From the top of a Ferris wheel you can see everything clearly. The whole world lies at your feet. And when you come back down to earth, the sights, sounds and delicious smells of the fairground are there to meet you! Our fairground Ferris wheel is perfect for anyone who’s celebrating the ride of a lifetime, whether it’s a birthday, anniversary, a wedding, a new job, a second marriage, or a new adventure!
The World’s Fair in Chicago, 1893, was to be a spectacular event: architects, musicians, artists, and inventors worked on special exhibits to display the glories of their countries. But the Fair’s planners wanted something really special, something on the scale of the Eiffel Tower, which had been constructed for France’s fair three years earlier.
At last, engineer George Ferris had an idea–a crazy, unrealistic, gigantic idea. He would construct a twenty-six-story tall observation wheel. The planners didn’t think it could be done. They called it a ‘monstrosity.’ It wouldn’t be safe. But George fought for his design.
Finally, in December 1892, with only four months to go until the fair, George was given permission to build his wheel. He had to fight the tight schedule, bad weather, and general disapproval. Against all odds, the fairground Ferris Wheel turned out to be the talk of the Fair, and proof that dreaming big dreams could pay off. Today, George’s Ferris Wheel is an icon of adventure and amusement throughout the world.
I’ll ride with you anytime.
Take a spin with me.
Round and round we go.
Let it last forever.
Don’t leave me up in the air.
Another circle around the sun.
We’re off on another adventure.
You’re on the Wheel of Fortune.
Happy Birthday. Another trip around the sun!
Big Wheel keeps on turnin’.
Enjoy life’s up and downs.
Enjoy the view from the top.
Let’s go for a spin.
You’ll never know how great a kiss can feel until you’re stopped at the top of a fairground Ferris Wheel.
I once knew a man who stole a Ferris wheel. ~Dashiell Hammett
Who doesn’t like a Ferris wheel, a toy beyond compare,
that starts you at the bottom, then lifts you to heaven’s air?
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.” ~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting