Source: Michael Doyle Their Name Liveth For Evermore: The Great War Roll of Honour for Leicestershire and Rutland.
He was the son of Tom Parramore, a gas stoker, born 1868 in Whetstone, Leicestershire and his wife Helen Parramore (nee Jayes, married in the 1st quarter of 1893 in the Blaby, Leicestershire district), born 1868 in Whetstone. Tom Edwin was born on the 22nd June 1895 in Whetstone, his half blood siblings were, Patience Beatrice Jayes, a hosiery trade stocking maker, born 1886 and Emma Elizabeth Jayes, born 1888, the latter two siblings were both born in Whetstone, Rosalia, born 1897 and Joseph Horace, born 1900, the latter two siblings were both born in Whetstone, Daisy Jane, born 1893 was born in Blaby, Leicestershire, in March 1901 the family home was at 1, Sunny Side, Whetstone. In April 1911 Tom was employed as a shoe trade finisher and was residing in the family home at High Street, Whetstone together with his father, a gas stoker, his mother and siblings, Emma, an elastic silk winder, Daisy, a shoe trade machinist, Rosalia, an elastic silk winder, Joseph, a schoolboy, George William, a schoolboy, born 1902, Caroline, a schoolgirl, born 1904, Albert Henry, a schoolboy, born 1906 and Nellie, born 1910, the latter four siblings were all born in Whetstone. After leaving Whetstone Infants school, Tom then attended Whetstone school from the 1st February 1902. Tom was officially recorded at birth with the surname spelling of Parramore, but he is always referred to with the spelling of Paramore after the registration of his birth, this latter spelling is used by the entire family and appears on all official birth registrations, with the exception of his sister Daisy who also shares the same surname spelling of Parramore.
On Saturday April 24th 1915 The Leicester Chronicle and Leicestershire Mercury published the following article under the heading. “THE WAR.” – HOW A WIGSTON MAN DIED. Sergt. C. Cox, 113th Battery R.F.A., writing to Mrs. Paramore, 30, Bassett Street, South Wigston tells her of the death of her son. He was, he says, “with me right up to within an hour of being killed. A pluckier boy no one could wish to see.” Continuing, the sergeant writes: “I will now try and tell you a little how his death was caused. I had been right up in front of our guns for five days observing our fire, and could get little to eat, only what we could get from the poor chaps who were killed. No one from the battery could bring anything, as it was so hot. On the fifth day I said to your boy, when you take my horse to water, will you try and get me something to eat? He said. ‘Certainly sergeant.’ I told him he need not hurry. After watering and feeding the horse, he went to a farm, where rations were kept, and he got there safe. Finding the firing got heavier (on his return), he took shelter in a barn, when up comes a German coalbox, right into the barn, killing five and wounding a dozen. This was about 4pm., but it was not until 9 o’clock that I knew what had happened. I was properly cut up about it.... I hope you will excuse my writing, but your son’s picture is forever coming up before me. He was the best boy that ever I had, or I think will have.”